A Weekend of Living Danishly
A weekend planned around food and friends was always going to be a winner. We were off to Copenhagen, for my first time and Andy’s second, to stay with some of our dearest friends.
Visiting friends in a different country, especially for only a weekend, is a privilege of the 21st century traveller. Also the result of it, as every year my closest friends seem to only get more evenly spread around the world.
We were so grateful for our time with Harri and Andreas. Not only because they had planned a really special weekend; filled with politics and history and food – all things they knew we would enjoy, but because spending time together made me feel closer to home.
A long-discussed adage is that living in a place doesn’t necessarily make it your home. Indeed, the concept of home is sometimes hard to articulate or forcibly create.
After living in Glasgow for almost four months, it has just now started to truly feel like a home. We now know where to drink the good coffee, which bakery makes the best bread and where you can safely walk at night.
We don’t seek out the local ‘attractions’ as often, and yesterday I partook in an exciting Glaswegian tradition: laying in the park, the locals had their ‘taps aff’ bathing in the 15 degree sunshine. We have even made our first real friends and perhaps as simple as it seems, that is the is the key.
Our weekend in Copenhagen was filled by eating very well while sharing stories and experiences. From my first Nordic cuisine experience; complete with the theatrics of a juniper bush set alight alongside my delicately ceviche scallop, to a Sunday lunch of traditionally pickled herring on Rugbrød prepared by Andreas’ wonderfully welcoming family, I was happy.
Being with people who build you up, share their knowledge and their time and who make you feel genuine happiness, bring you closer to home wherever you are.
Exploring a new city, with the pleasure of having friends there to show you the hidden corners that make it special for them, is something I will always look forward to.
I hope that the visitors we have to Glasgow enjoy the special nooks and crannies we choose to show them just as much as I enjoyed the ones Harri and Andreas shared with us Copenhagen. And maybe even as much as I truly enjoyed eating pickled herring– which was more than I could’ve hoped!
NB: A Year of Living Danishly by Helen Russell was recommended to us, and after a fab weekend and my newfound love for pickled herring, I will be adding it to my (ever increasing) bookclub pile.