Sunday, December 28, 2014

Mange hilsner - Many Greetings


Copenhagen -- Part Three





Copenhagen is dubbed as one of the most bicycle friendly cities in Europe. There is a great number of cyclists on the road on any given day. With so many riders and an excellent bicycle route system, the city is really easy to get around by bike.

It made me feel safe to know other riders were always around me. Trying out an old bike was a bit of a challenge: first, getting on it and second, pedaling. I went zig-zag for a few seconds and then made a semi-circle turn. That made the guy coming from behind me slow down and pull a funny face. But once I finally was on the bike, riding it was a piece of cake -- up until the last challenge when I tried to get off. Luckily, both the bike and I made it in one piece. 

Please note that there was nothing wrong with the bike. It was fully functional, but I was clumsy on it. It was simply a certain type of bike I wasn't used to. The test ride happened just around the block in a quite neighborhood and it was much fun. The locals are the most courteous of riders. I was grateful to have been given a bike for the experience.

 

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Power of the Written Word


Copenhagen -- Part Two

Positioned at eye level, the note was placed on the front door of a townhouse in downtown Copenhagen. Well-tended potted flowers lined the steps leading to the door.
  



Dear Dog,
Do not pee on the steps or the plants.



Monday, December 22, 2014

Hygge



Copenhagen -- Part One

Hygge means having to go see some friends one hasn't seen for ages and having a great time. It means sitting around and eating leisurely together while chatting about nothing particular with above mentioned friends for hours on. Hygge can happen in Copenhagen or anywhere else in Denmark. Hygge, I assume, can actually happen in any country, but it might just be called something different by the locals.








 


Monday, December 8, 2014

Unfathomable Perfection


It's been a long time for me to learn that there are more important things than being perfect. What is perfection? I'd had such a hard time grasping the concept that I decided to write the blog in my second language to show my imperfections and face my limits in the most obvious way possible. So I can't help but make mistakes. And I can't even see them all. I just know they are there somewhere. They must be. I know they are there and that makes me itchy. Or crazy. Temporarily crazy, that is. {Insert my crazy laugh here.}

Like when I wrote 'whole' instead of 'hole'. It took me several rounds to spot that. Quite a difference for you, invisible and non-existent for me. At least for a few days or weeks. Sometimes even months. I just corrected the very first error in the very first entry I wrote a couple of years ago. It seems I invented a new time frame for an old tense.

No matter how much I loath it, I must face each and every mistake I make -- suppose I can actually see them. Is there a more self-torturous act for a perfectionist? What I am aiming to achieve here is to become a former perfectionist.