Sometimes I amaze myself at how long I'm able to drag things out. We went to Denmark in May and for all the time I took to finish uploading everything, a good friend had a baby (who's now 6 months old), several friends in the office have left, we got a new sofa and the year is coming to an end.

Oh and next week we'll be off again, a short blue-sky holiday, to the Maldives :)

In Japanese there's a saying which my friends like to use on me 「マイペースな人だね」. Describing a person as "my pace", a person who cannot be rushed, who does things at their own pace (and may I say gets awfully annoyed when life tries to push them along), my mom used to get so worried that I'll get left behind.

I have a dream of moving to a beautiful little island somewhere instead where seasons turn and watch leaves grow (HC says he's fine as long as there's wifi *lol*).

Hope you have had a good year, and a better one ahead. Also many thanks to everyone who reads my very "my pace" blog. I sometimes see recurring countries in my readers' stats... ...Japan, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Denmark, Singapore I know are probably some of my friends, but France, Germany, Uzbekistan, Czech Republic, Belgium, Russia, Poland, US, South Korean readers etc... ...I do think about you sometimes and wonder fondly who you are :)

From top:

The second oldest amusement park in the world since 1843. I loved how everything is more wooden than plastic here, and how elderly Danes talk fondly of their childhood memories there.

The Carlsberg HQ, lots of burgers, lots of beer (slurp).

Copenhagen's idea of the evening rush hour.

Amalienborg palace, in our typical haphazard fashion, we missed the changing of the guards.

The old meatpacking district, now full of interesting restaurant and cafes.



It's terrible, but this is what happens when you have no sense of direction.

I wanted to check out Nørrebro and I think we were indeed somewhere in the vicinity, but we wandered so far and wide that in the end I had no idea where we were at all.

But I guess it was no matter, because we had a great time.

A gem of a shop we stumbled upon.

Lots of beautiful mid-nineteenth century pieces. The friendly owner restores them all himself and was happy to explain about the where-and-when of each piece in the shop.

It was so nice to chat with him about furniture, the collecting and designing and making of them.

And all the while I was thinking, my dad (who's a carpenter) would have had lots to talk to him about.

We were drawn to this beautiful patch of green, only to find that it was the Assistens Cemetery, where the famous Hans Christian Andersen was buried. I conclude there are some perks to not knowing where you're going.

Vintage shops, interior shops, zakka shops. I love the little streets of Copenhagen.