Back from Copenhagen. Wrote about an independent culture house for asylum seekers and the selling of shares in Freetown Christiania. Filed both stories, seven photos, a video, and a work report. Ate terribly because the most mundane things cost a fortune in Denmark’s capital. Barely slept, but socialized plenty. Made new friends. Got lost every day. Fell in love with something new every day. My poor wallet. My poor body. What a week.

Had my first Danish class today. Hvad hedder du? Jeg hedder Jennifer. Kan du tale dansk? Jeg kan ikke tale dansk. Jeg kommer fra Canada. That’s about all I learned today. Danish is incredibly difficult to learn. I think I’ll just slur my words and get by. Because not even the Danes really understand each other when they speak Danish anyway.

Today’s photo comes from the vault of unpublished Toronto work, just to switch things up a bit. I’m not really homesick and I feel guilty about it for some reason.

A proper update will come the next time I have a few hours to myself and I’m not exhausted.

Goodnight.