I'm really relishing having weekends off, I can't emphasise it enough. The whole time I was in London I didn't get any free time to enjoy like a normal person, so it's such a novelty to sleep in on a Saturday and then lounge around.
For Leo's birthday we went on a trip to Hellerup, a beautiful suburban part of Copenhagen that's on the sea. We brought our bikes on the S-Bahn and then cycled up the coastal road, enjoying the fading sun and stopping at a few little beaches along the way.
We found the most famous petrol station in Denmark, design by the architect Arne Jacobsen. Architecture students flock from all over Scandinavia (well, Denmark, in any case), to marvel in the design of this gas station. I don't know if I share their enthusiasm, but then again maybe I'm just a philistine.
Bakken is home to the oldest amusements in the world. Entry is free, it's kitschy, colourful, and hosts a huge array of Danish people, many carrying giant chocolate bars or stuffed animals they won.
It is surrounded by a huge wooded area, and I have been told that it's better in winter, when the amusements are closed and you can wandered around the shut down park like its part of a ghost town.
I didn't buy a birthday cake, because I'm a bad girlfriend, so when we got home from the cinema (we saw Stories We Tell, a documentary by Sarah Polley, it was really good) I stuck a birthday candle in an orange.
Happy belated birthday, mi querido.