The idea of acknowledging someone, anyone, even a stranger, eating food and wishing them an enjoyable meal seemed bizarre and hilarious. I think it's because the formality of dinner etiquette, so important in British tradition, is completely absent from the Irish experience. And anything British, we typically run a mile from out of sheer habit, I suppose.
Anyway, the truth is, I've come to really love this little quirk of Danish culture. Yesterday Leo and I visited Louisiana museum, and packed a picnic in this nifty little cooler bag I found in my house. It was such a nice comforting gesture to have people smile at us and wish us a happy meal. I guess it's something I could get used to.
Have a great Monday! I've already come across the happiest guy in the world, the guy working in Fakta across the road from the apartment. If I can channel half his happiness for this day, I'll be doing very well. I better start trying, because it's pouring rain.