It’s weekend. 12th of January 2008. 12 days of whatever the new year will bring. Or has brought.
Happy new year. Belated, I admit. The evening went very calmly. Just as I wanted. Fixed a few computers too.
Yesterday I broke my sound principle of sleeping in until I’m late. At 6AM I was woken up by the radio. I had a mission. A purpose to go against my nature and get up.
For 3 weeks Denmark has been a sadder place. An Argentinian friend of mine, Ale, was travelling back to her see her family. I’ve known her for a few years now, and she’s the most earthbound girl I know. Haven’t heard of anything that will put her out of balance yet. We have spent many evenings, discussing the world.
7.30 in the morning, I was in Copenhagen Airport to pick her up. I usually pick her up, when I can. First thing I did when arriving was getting some coffee. Although Starbucks never caught on in Denmark yet, we have one shop in the country and that’s in the airport. Tall Latte for me please.
When she arrived I accompanied her to the center of Copenhagen, where we parted. My colleagues were quite surprised to see me coming on time.