Miss Kolka

We are back in Paris and for the next two months we plan to enjoy what the city has to offer from every angle. We started by going to Concorde and windowshop in the most expensive of neighborhoods while watching the very trendy people around Colette concept store...next on the list is a picnic in the parc with friends for my slowly approching thirtieth...its just around the corner and I feel just great, a bit overweight but thats nothing a little bit of exercise, a cut in delicious desserts and a no butter rule can't cure. And since I'm into lists and people are asking about it, I'll put the 10 things I wish for my birthday:

1. A new address book
2. Cook books, with healty recipies / special soups / or desserts
3. Books in general (On spin, or vegetables, or herbs,or "how to raise the perfect child"  or why not fiction)
4. Some exotic things to put in the hair (like the "Paris tiara" sold on Faubourg St Honoré)
5. Perfum
6. Wrinkle cream
7. A pill that will take off all the extra fat WHILE I'll eat a big chocolate cake 
8. A job in Copenhagen, preferably in English
9. Danish specialties of any kind (could be tickets to the tivoli, hot dogs or anything else)
10. And World Peace!

Just that.A warm thought sent through the internets will also be accepted

Takk

Yes, the little family is having an appetizer in the danish Monarchy. We are on a little journey to look at our future home (that dare I say needs a bit of fresh paint after the pigs that lived there moved out) and meeting friends and family. The first part in 101 Reykjavik (and 107) was relaxing and included alot of good moments with great people. Little Mr. F has been the star of the show and is now laughing when he´s not pooping or sleeping. Well actually, sometimes he does smile when doing that as well. How could we produce such a happy child? Lets hope he stays like this. Our little swimming champion.

Im already loving it here but Pan is good reminding me that we are here on VACATION and that it is not THIS sunny all the time. But I dont care. I love all the dads walking around Copenhagen with their "barnevogns", the big parcs all over town, the cristiania bikes where you can put all your crap in and the good athmosphere reigning here in Denmark´s Monte Carlo. We are expecting rain tomorrow but it doesnt matter. We´ll just go furniture-hunting for our new home. I hear there are alot of "Loppe" markets in Loland. And it doesnt mean feet of small animals no no. Ok, that language is going to be a tough cookie. I am up for such a challenge - I am up for anything. Bring on the Main course!

"And you can bike to work in the rain wearing your suit"

This picture is for the sceptical ones.

It is heaven to work in Copenhagen, at least according to the website "Copenhagen capacity". OF COURSE, but hey, who would be dumb enough to mention the gang violence the city is fighting against or recents shootings in Norrebro if they were trying promote the city outside their country? Not me.

What is great on this website is that they talk alot about the perfect balance and show pictures of children all the time. So Im guessing they are talking about the perfect balance between work and family life. Which is handy because that's exactly what we are looking for (and I wont say no to a friendlier environment for small children). Not only that, but they show men at work with babies in their arms in the official video! Somehow I doubt that fathers take their 3 months old to work but its sweet. In our heads, Pan and I have big expectations towards this move - but I have to realise that things are perhaps not going to be so rosy and great from day 1. First of all we need to find a nice appartement in a friendly neighborhood, get a place for Felix in a "Voggustue" and a job for little miss Kolka. That might be the tricky part. But there is no going back, we have both given our resignations at work (well mine was not so much as a resignation as an agreement to leave) so now we can only look forward. Its scary but exciting. And To prepare I am reading up on the Danish royal family (As George Clooney would say "What else?").

Copenhagen, the city where the people are allegedly the happiest,  here we come.

...the good spirit. I guess it is the same in other big, cosmopolitan cities such as New York, London or Rome. However I doubt that in other parts of the world (Delhi, Bejing or Rio) you would see similar things since the culture is so different.

You could almost be killed on a big parisian street after having criticised bad soup, beaten by the crazy guy from the restaurant that followed you without anyone intervening. (I know this for a fact!) Nobody cares or people are just simply too numb to notice others in trouble.

People can even cry in the metro after someone spits in their face without anyone stopping to check if they're ok.

So today - just a few kilometers from Paris, in ST Cyr to be exact I was left alone with little Mr. F when Pan had to leave to get another train. You can imagine my surprise when the security agent asked if he could help me to carry the stroller up all 215 steps to the platform  (how can they make so unpracticle train stations??)I thought I had gotten my share luck for the day but far from it. A few minutes later when the train arrived a young gentleman took my stroller up into the train, without even asking, like it was the most normal thing to do. Never since felix's birth two months ago, has anyone even offered to help me in or out of the bus. Ever. Not once and my, do I take the bus often.  Another man asked me if he could help when we stopped two stops later. But I was going further and so said no thank you politely. However when I got to my stop, bad luck noone. Thankfully Im strong. no problem, I can get out of a train. Then I looked at the exit. 500 steps down to the street! 500, I kid you not! Hundreds of people around me, going in and out (it was rush hour). I looked around. and again. Then I finally took the stroller by one hand, in my arms and went down the stairs carefully. not one persone, not ONE proposed to help.

Well, I was back in Paris city. Sometimes you just got to love the suburbs.

Oh ...I was looking so much forward to it -it had been such a long time since we had met and the point of the trip was more exciting than ever. Instead it became a total bommer journey from A to Z.

I took my old friend betty bike to go to the swimming pool and realised that it needed some pump - pump it up - treatment before we could go anywhere. Not surprising you might say since the bike had not been ridden since june last year. When I arrived to the gas station however, instead of pumping air INTO the wheels I managed to take the little that was left out and could in no way figure out how to get air back in. I had done this a million times before but no. There was no having it - and since I had about an hour left to try to find a solution - go to the swimming pool and back - without mentioning all the swimming that was supposed to take place  -I gave up and went back home. Just as well since I discoverd a major cramp in my leg after 5 MINUTES of bicycling. 5 freaking minutes. What happened to me?

That question was answered as soon as I entered the door and saw the two boys there laughing together. That's right, Im no Angelina Jolie - I dont look a million 2 months after giving birth and yes, I admit it, its tough to get back into shape. (and I haven't even entered the swimming pool!) AND she had twins, so anyone who says she just works out is just plain lying.

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