notes from danmark (VII)

the stormy skies of copenhagen. minutes after this picture was taken it started to snow - as if the snowfall we got on the way to the city had finally arrived. i remember this day, our last day in danmark, as if it had been only yesterday. the farewell to our norwegian friends, the snowfall before and during the one hour and a half trip to copenhagen. it was the first time i saw snow, the first time i could feel the cold snowflakes in my bare hands. the museum (a museum that would put to shame all portuguese museums together), the streets where the negative temperatures did never stop people from riding a bike. the chinese restaurant (we had no time for hot-dogs that time, a pity), and the wandering around the city. the docks, the cosy pub. and then the queen's palace, the royal guard, and smoking cigarretes under minus twelve celsius degrees (yes, -12º). if asked to go back there, i'd go at once, without hesitation.

tomorrow, barcelona. work work, apparently. unfortunately, it won't be this time i'm leaving without a return ticket. history repeats itself in many ways.