Brits and Danes are very similar in the way, that both cultures love talking about the weather. It's such an easy transition traveling between the two countries in that aspect, because you on the flight there can talk about the weather and on the return you vividly explain your sightings during your stay. I'm already preparing my key words for Wednesday's return flight, and to my surprise Denmark did not meet me with nearly as much coldness as I thought. It's been some absolutely stunning days, and although I mostly had to come running back to my winter coat, there were those precious moments where I could actually sit in a T-shirt outside in the sun.
However, I'm slightly doubting how clever my decision to throw off those extensive layers in pure eagerness of spring acting like summer, as I am now lying at my parents' house with a throat infection. The second time this year!
Definitely not happy about it, but if there is any upside of me feeling like a dead fish during my holidays, it's the fact that I'm in the best possible hands. No running to Sainsbury's on my own with a fever to get the necessities or trotting to the GP, Mum and Dad's got me covered.
HOPE YOU'RE WELL
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