Okay... that whole early-spring-fever-thing a couple of posts back was a classic case of jumping the gun, if there ever was one. With no snow, but a covered sky and biting frost I spend the last couple of days looking for the silver lining, but I have to report it has escaped me. That and I am out of toothpaste, and that can only mean one thing: I need to get out of town, if only for a few days.
The toothpaste thing started sometime in the last century, when I started buying toothpaste on my travels. And ever since then I have had this symphony of toothpastes to choose from, so that every night is like a new trip. My mouth never really knows what to expect when I head for the brush, and my mind always wander to the location I bought it. Strangely the timing of the pastes never fails, when I am running on empty, I get the travel itch.
I want to see Madrid, but that will have to wait until it gets a little warmer. And I want to go to Berlin this year. And Toronto. And Stockholm. It is not that I don't love Copenhagen, but to fully appreciate it means leaving once in a while. The upside of living in a small country is that your neighbours are never far away, and tickets come cheap. If only I had not developed such a taste for luxury accommodations. I can't afford to be such a Princess, dammit. But I am.
(dreaming of Paris)