My Life in the Sunshine...
Roskilde is known for it's annual music festival. It is the place, ten years ago, that I became fascinated with the father of my child. I had made my way to Copenhagen, on train, from Paris to finish a book. And now, here we were, ten years later at a camp with other parents of hearing-impaired kids. The weather is fantastic and we spent the day at Sagnlandet Lejre where you can see how Vikings once lived. You can ground grain, spark flint and brave hollowed out boats. You can step into the what homes probably looked like during the Iron Age and every so often a musician walks through the village with his instruments and song. It was pretty fun and every one seemed to have enjoyed it. Being around Danish people I don't know always challenges me in ways that surprise me. It actually has little to do with the fact that they are Danish, and more to do with the fact that because I am a foreigner, I elicit the same questions over and over again. After being here for ten years, it ...