When the sun is finally out and the sky is this blue and filled with hot air balloons, and you still feel like crap you know you are not in a good place (dammit). I am out of words at the moment, but not pictures.
We love Copenhagen so expect us to be biased. We hug trees, and we love street art, flea markets, old cars and new ideas. We go everywhere by bike, and nowhere without a camera. We worship freedom of speech and believe in democracy, but we have long since lost faith in our politicians. Me and my big mouth.