Showing posts with label Denmark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Denmark. Show all posts

Friday 28 March 2014

Dragør

Dragør is a little seaside village a mere 12 kilometers from Copenhagen, but is an entirely different municipality, and so far from Copenhagen in terms of surroundings and atmosphere. It has a beautiful old town ('town' is a gross exaggeration, it's so tiny and quaint) with cobbled streets, and a marina that we like to sit at and discuss the merits of each boat.

We cycled there a few Sundays ago and spent a while getting to know the place. Spring was in the air but it was still definitely on the chilly side so coats were needed. That being said there was a queue out the door at the local ice cream parlour, and has been every time I've been there.  That must be some tasty ice cream.


 Did I mention that we had to go past the airport to get to Dragør? 
Amazing views of incoming and outgoing planes.


We rounded off the day with homemade meatballs and a movie. Idyllic Sunday: target achieved.

Wednesday 19 February 2014

Hvor mange sprog kan du tale?

I (re)began Danish lessons yesterday at the Studieskolen. I started way back when but stopped going because it seemed like a huge commitment if I wasn't sure I would be staying. Well, I'm a bit surer now so I have started back. This time it's 4 days a week, during the day, and so far so good. Everyone in my class seems lovely, and my teacher forbids the asking of inane or derailing questions, which is my favourite thing about him so far.

We'll see how it goes, anyway. The pace is supposed to be quite fast so I should be caught up with Leo in no time at all. If I hear the phrase 'hvor mange sprog kan du tale?' one more time though I might cry, because it's completely redundant. No one in the real world will ever ask you how many languages you speak, will they?

I'm off to cycle the 8km into town now, wish me luck, because it's raining :)

'Selfie'
A packed lunch is a winning choice
Pretty notebooks

Saturday 8 February 2014

Where Am I Now?

Well, after months of being in-between places,  I can now safely say that I'm definitely in Denmark again. I think. Actually, I'm going back to Ireland tomorrow, but that's merely a short sojourn.

I arrived on Friday last week, and on Saturday Leo and I packed up everything, called a moving guy (who was a very cool person, it has to be said) and moved on over to Kastrup. Kastrup is decidedly less cool than Frederiksberg. If Frederiksberg is a hip and painfully stylish 20 something sibling, Kastrup is the older brother in his 40s that is a mechanic. Honestly, though, I love it. We're close to the Metro but you can still cycle into town if you want, we're beside a nice Marina and a beach, and it's quiet and colloquial here. Just what I want.

I've spent this morning trying to register a domain name, doing laundry, and painting the hall. That's not too shabby, is it? This evening I shall go to Magasin, the big department store at Kongens Nytorv, and fantasise about all the household items I would purchase if I was a secret millionaire. Nah, really we have to exchange some plates.




First time having tacos. They were disgusting. Bonus: made delicious salsa!
This is what the living room looks like when it's messy.


Beautiful Le Creuset baby is all mine.

'Not as good as Barry's'
Having snacks downstairs in Magasin makes me feel fancy/affluent.

Some market research for my Dad. Don't ask. He works in Eggs.
A plethora of milks

So there you have it, a collection of arbitrary images tenuously linked to my first full week back in Denmark. Next week I'll be back in Ireland for most of it, while I tie up loose ends. Then it's back for painting and maybe setting up a business or two. Oh, and attempting to learn to speak this blasted language.

Vi ses!


Wednesday 29 January 2014

Expat Once More: A Guide to the Ins and Outs of Moving Somewhere New

I've been flitting back and forth for more than 4 months now between Ireland and Denmark. I've probably spent more time in Dublin and CPH airport than some of the staff, and can get through airport security as efficiently as George Clooney in that travel movie Up in the Air. A number of Aer Lingus hostesses now recognise me and offer me free snacks, which, anyone can agree, is a rare thing in this cheap air travel age. I'd think of myself as quite travel savvy, I've lived in a couple of foreign countries and visited many more as a tourist, student or seasonal worker,and spent a lot of time in airports and weird, cheap hostels. I have to admit, though, the process is rendered a whole lot easier when you have a boyfriend that can photo memorise maps instantaneously, and a few friendly natives willing to show you the short cuts. Insider knowledge and quick wits are invaluable in these situations.

In three days time, just days shy of my one year anniversary of arriving in Denmark, I'm returning, for good. In my occasional absence my boyfriend has been a busy bee. He has gotten himself a job with a leading Danish bank, is taking Danish lessons so he can understand what goes on in meetings, and, possibly the biggest plunge of all, has bought an apartment. For those not familiar with the Andelsbolig way, it is an alternative ownership arrangement between outright private ownership, private rental, and social housing.

It means an individual buys a share in the housing co-operative and all residents in the building take a collective responsibility to co-manage the space and ensure it is a pleasant and safe place for all to live. It's a really excellent, thoroughly Nordic idea, and as someone who studied housing policy in college, I'm delighted to see how it works in practicality, in case its worth trying to pitch to the good people of Ireland. We're a jealously guarding our own private property kind of bunch, you see.

I'm so lucky that I have this handy living situation ready to go, as I know that accommodation is one of the biggest sources of worry for those moving abroad, and I'm currently job seeking and fairly low on expendable income. The other areas that, for me, were the most difficult to navigate, were getting a social security number, opening a bank account, finding my way around, and meeting new people.

So here I present you with a basic guide to navigating your way around the beginnings of expat life, with handy click through links for further perusing.


Allow IKEA to become your temporary best friend. Take photos of yourself relaxing in IKEA showrooms. It is fun.

Accommodation


So you arrive in a brand new country, and maybe you have a job or a course to study lined up, maybe you don't. If you're lucky enough to have temporary accommodation or a college dorm, excellent, and if not, what to do? It's always worth planning in advance, no one wants to be homeless if their plan to find a place after arriving proves very difficult. Couch surfing, Airbnb, or a cheap hostel can be your best friend, and help you to buy time on the cheap while looking out for that dream apartment. As an aside, renting out a spare room on Airbnb is a great way to make some extra dosh.

Prior to arriving in a new city it's worth exhausting every possible avenue on that wonderful worldwide web of ours. A variation of Gumtree or Craigslist exists in almost every country, so get investigating. Do your homework by contacting people, join Facebook groups for those home hunting, network, and do your best to secure at least short-term accommodation before you arrive.

It can be hard to convince individuals to rent to you before you're in the country. In Denmark, getting a legal apartment can be impossible without a CPR number, and in London you might end up doing a Harry Potter and sleeping in a cupboard under the stairs for £500 a month. Do your research, be smart, and don't hand over money unless you're 100% certain the person is legitimate. Please please please, exercise caution!

Sites for housing:

Once we moved our things using just a bicycle.

Legal Stuff


Every country has their legal hoops for you to jump through in order to become a legal resident. I would recommend, again, finding out absolutely everything there is to know about the registration system in the country you intend to go to. Any paper work you need to register abroad will be easier and cheaper to attain before you move, so make it your business to be prepared. File and document everything you will need, including payslips, tax certificates, proof of address, college transcripts and references.

It is worth checking out expat websites, forums and official government websites, as sometimes language barriers, untranslated sites or out of date information might leave you in the dark about a crucial item needed. If you need a visa, make sure it's sorted out long before moving day. If you don't have your passport with the correct stamp in it, you might find yourself sticking around a while longer. Pay close attention to the Dept. of Immigration websites for your homecountry and choice destination.

I've always moved to foreign countries; the UK, Sweden and Denmark, with the explicit intention to study, so I took letters of acceptance, academic references and my transcript of records from my Irish education with me, and was ready to show them to immigration officers, bank agents and landlords. As an EU citizen I was entitled to move freely within the EU so visas were not required, but if you wish to stay longer than 3 months in a Nordic country, you need a residence permit, and the UK migration authorities are notoriously difficult to deal with, so do your homework, and be prepared. It's always useful to have a few passport sized pictures of yourself to hand, you will inevitably need them for one form or another.

Banking


In most EU countries banking and having a social security number go hand in hand. If you're not a legal resident, you might find it really tough to get a bank account. In the UK I found it almost impossible, and that's in a country I live mere miles way from! Proof of address and a social security number are the minimum requirements to open a basic bank account in many countries, and it's probably becoming blatantly obvious how important paperwork and careful form filling is.

As sense would dictate, it's always a good idea to contact the bank in your home country before the move, and check if they have branches in the country you are moving to. Maybe they will be able to speed the process of opening an account for you. They can also provide you with costs and charges you might incur if you use your card abroad. This is always something to consider, because you will inevitably have to use your home card for at least a few days.

It might be useful to check the conditions of SEPA to be aware the changes in charges you may incur. It's risky to travel with large quantities of money in an unfamiliar country, so transferring large quantities of money safely through a currency exchange service is one effective solution. This can often be cheaper and less stressful than a visit to the Bureau de Change and can be done from the comfort of your own computer. Some companies need to verify your location in advance, so take time to become familiar with this service before you need to do a transfer.

Banking:


Getting Lost Creatively


I have a pretty bad sense of direction, if I'm being honest with you. The first few times I used the tube alone I got lost more times than I'd like to recall, and it's just as well that I had given myself a lot of extra time. Travelling around a new city can be hell. You have to deal with a different currency, a foreign language, a potentially poorly sign posted route (Dublin has no indication of where you are on its buses, I still have to ask the driver to shout for me when I'm going to a new place. Ridiculous), an alien ticketing system, and maybe dodgy characters that might give you hassle because you have a backpack and an expression of sheer uncertainty.

Do your research before you go, find out what the cheapest ticket system is. If you can buy an Oyster card or equivalent, do so. You'll save money, and the card might be refundable too. If you want a map that is a little bit different, for some creative fun on the weekends or while you're still job hunting, Herb Lester and Associates have beautifully designed and informative maps for a number of different cities.

My favourite thing to do when I get to a new city is seek out the place where the cheap bikes are sold. They usually aren't in great shape, and in some of the dodgier places they might have been stolen mere minutes ago. But you can use your own discretion, and if you're lucky you might get a good deal. Then, get a map (a Google map, if you're so inclined), and just go. Nothing beats finally ditching the buses and trains and getting out onto the streets. I find my way around every new city like this, sometimes with my GPS turned on and my Maps helping me along the way.

If you can't cycle, learn, and if you think the weather is too bad, buy weather-appropriate clothing. It's free, it's quick and it's the fastest way to get to know your locality, unless you have a chauffeur and it's something you never have to worry about. Which I hope not, because that would be terribly boring for you.

If you're not keen to buy, many cities do rental bike schemes, such as:


Everyone Needs a Good Map:


Making Friends


You have your temporary sublet apartment, your second hand racer bike, a debit card and a bottle of the strangest and most popular local tipple (Fisk, what are you?). Bad news is, it's a Friday night, and you have no plans, and only a few acquaintances. How do you have a good time, when you're just new in a city and don't really know anybody?

Quite simply, you have to get out of your comfort zone. You packed up all your things and moved, didn't you? You're not about to sit at home and gaze longingly at what all your Facebook friends are eating on a Friday night, oh no! Get out there, join clubs, societies, groups, go on dates, go dancing, be open to new possibilities. The time to siphon out the good stuff from the mediocre comes about a month from now. Whittle away at the friend list once you have a friend list to work with.

Join Meetup.com and go on as many fun activities as you can. Be open, ask people about their stories, gravitate towards people you build a rapport with. If you feel a connection, ask for a Facebook or phone number and suggest you meet again. Don't be a creep, and take social queues. But put yourself out there. The worst they can do is decline your Friend Request. If you have housemates that seem up for it, go out with them for a drink, be polite to anyone they introduce you to. By opening up your world you might meet some really cool people.

I think the internet is an invaluable tool, so if you have a college class with a fun bunch of people just once a week, make a Facebook group and suggest cool things you can do on the weekend. Post on message boards for new expats and go to any networking events offered. Join a language class and make an effort to get to know the others. When I studied in Sweden, I took a folk dancing class, and ended up becoming the best of friends with a few people in it. We started going because it was kind of corny and kitsch, but ended up loving the experience and being the most loyal attendees.

Make Some Friends:


So there you have it, a short guide written from my own world view. Hopefully it’ll be useful to people similar to myself; young, with little ties and obligations, motivated to work hard, be successful and have fun. I recently contributed an expat tip to the new Expat Tip Page on the HiFXwebsite. There you'll find lots of Expat tips from seasoned travellers, and there is a link to each contributor if you want to delve into their world. Click on http://www.hifx.co.uk/resources/expat-tips/ to mine and others' tips! I encourage everyone to move very far away at least once in their life. Even if you eventually return to the place you come from, you'll come home with opened eyes, a set of new experiences and opinions, and a different take on the world.. Happy travelling!

Thursday 2 January 2014

Eat Well, Live Well

Happy 2013. I hope everyone had a good start to the new year.

I'm just so excited about my breakfast this morning that I had to share. An avocade, a ripe tomato, a clementine, Jersey milk and coffe, brie and real butter. These are the things that happiness and serotonin are made of.

It's Here! It's Here!

Happy New Year!

I had an absolutely marvellour 2013, my best year yet. I know I've been saying for abour 4 years now that every year was the BEST YEAR YET, but that's because they keep getting better and better.

Let's sum up some of the things that made 2013 great:
  • Leo and I celebrated New Years 2013 in NYC, at what was probably the trendiest restaurant I will ever celebrate a major holiday in. We then had the most bizarre and surreal journey back to Long Island.
  • We packed up everything, Leo quit his important job, I my less important multiple jobs, and we moved to Copenhagen, Denmark, in the depths of the winter snow. 
  • We began a carpentry and design course which was impossibly hard for someone as inexperienced as me, but I learned so much from it.
  • We got bikes and cycled absolutely everywhere, especially in blizzards. 
  • We went on a number of small but very exciting trips, including an overnighter to Berlin, and a trip back to London for old time's sake.
  • I learned how to drive, but have thus far failed my test twice (God loves a trier, third time lucky, how many cliches can I use until I have convinced myself failure is ok?? Ce sera sera.).
  • I learned the principles of organic gardening, and am eying the prospect hungrily for the future.
  • I was in an airport at least four times a month, on average, every month last year.
  • In one day, my first day driving a car that was not a lesson, I drove half way across the island of Ireland, drove in rain, in the dark, did a u-turn and parked several times. Score!
  • I cooked Christmas dinner twice, once with friends, once for my entire family. I now consider myself very good at cooking brussel sprouts.
  • I turned 25 and was surprised by the most amazing cat cake. Everyone in my family is now divisible by 5, and long may it last.
  • After refusing to consume any alcohol dogmatically for the past 24 years, I have one glass of champagne, one glass of prossecco, two glasses of mulled wine and about a shot of Johnny Walker. Everything in moderation, that's something it took me a very long time to accept I was ready for, but now I'm looking forward to a year filled with lots of different kinds of spirits. Preferably fancy whiskies. But only in moderation.
  • All the friends I have. Spending time in Ireland has been so perfect, because I have rekindled my friendship with so many. I feel so lucky to have as many friends and acquaintances as I do. Something as simple as sitting in an aga-warmed kitchen on a Friday night, or jogging together, or going shopping, or going on a roadtrip and staying in a hostel, all these memories colour a life and make it wonderful. I'm not interested in cliques or exclusive best friend logic, I just want to have lots of fun with as many different people as I can. 'Have a good time, all the time, that's my philosophy in life'.
  • I managed to keep a blog for a whole year, update it frequently, and not put any angsty, emotive shite on it at all. The greatest victory of all.

 I went to a bunch of new places, including:

Malmö, twice, Berlin, the Austrial Tirolean Alps, Long Island, D.C. and Virginia in the USA, northern Germany, The Giant's Causeway, Co. Antrim. I also went on trips to lots of places I've been many times before. Tiny trips make life more colourful.


Leo and I celebrated New Years by getting Turkish food and then cycling to a hill where we could watch the sky being lit up all around Copenhagen. Fireworks aren't for sale in Ireland and we've been fed urban legends the whole of our lives that if you go too near a firework your hand will explode and you might die. Well, not so the case in Denmark. The whole sky (and the streets around us) was lit up with a million different colours. It was the most spectacular night time display of colour I've seen (I haven't yet been to Iceland to see the aurora, see), and it lasted for hours. Danes know how to do New Years!

The picture below is not, as you might be tricked into believing, a very bright constellation. It is a firework exploding. Now, isn't that just the prettiest sight?



I hope everyone has a great 2014, filled with positivity, hard work, creativity, and logic. Possibly the 4 greatest devices for happiness and longevity. Stay fabulous.

Monday 4 November 2013

Velbekomme on a Monday Morning

In Denmark it's customary to wish anyone you come across who is eating a bon appetit, or 'velbekomme'. When we learned this in Danish class months ago myself and the other Irish in the class cracked up laughing.

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.


Friday 1 November 2013

Our Carpentry Projects: The Final Post

I realise, going through my hard drive on this fine rainy morning, that I never put up a final post about our carpentry projects.

My classmate Nicolaj took some lovely pictures of our final day, right before we smashed everything up (it was really good fun).

We found out on that last day, as we were sitting around on the picnic benches we made ourselves having breakfast, that ours would be the last CDC Basic course run at the school.

At first we were shocked that they were cancelling the programme, then a little angry when we found out the reasons behind it.

Bureaucracy can ruin a lot of things, and sadly it means that no more non-Danes will get to experience a basic Danish carpentry education the way we did. It's a shame, but at least we had such a good experience, and left the course with some valuable skills and experiences.







This was my project!





Any questions about the projects or about the course, just ask!

Monday 23 September 2013

A Stupenduous Weekend

This weekend I am in Copenhagen (well, it's Monday and I'm still here, but think of it as an extended weekend). The 20th marked three years to the day since Leo and I met, and since we never officially started 'going out' I decided we may as well celebrate this date, as there is no more meaningful alternative.

Three years is an awfully long time to know someone, and not only that, but to be consistently overjoyed by that persons' presence in your life.

Enough of my babble. This weekend, was filled with deliciousness of all kinds, a trip to IKEA and to Sweden itself, cycling, saunas in the sea, cakes, a lot of coffee, and a lot of contentment. Hygge abounded. Det var meget hyggeligt, one might say!

I shall let a picture say 1000 words instead of meandering on. P.s. there are no pictures of the delish cakes we had in IKEA because they are on Leo's phone, and he is in work:

No Ballons No Fun
NO BALLOONS?!













This guy's house fell over because he had a party and had too many people on it. Absolutely mental! The guy in the kiosk beside it said they had to rush in and rescue a lady trapped in the toilets because she couldn't move and had only a little bit of airspace left. Omgeh!




'Lol'





Malmo

Sauna in the Sea

This Sauna in the Sea is the greatest experience, it's my second time being there and it's so relaxing. You just feel reinvigorated afterwards. There are gender segregated changing and bathing areas and communal and segregated saunas. The only problem with the communal sauna is that the aged men that frequent it stare far more than is necessary. If I wasn't with my boyfriend, I wouldn't go in there. I think the gender separation is ridiculous. Grown ups are more than able to handle the nakedness of the opposite sex, it won't cause strokes or heart attacks.

We had both a dinner and breakfast buffet included in the price in our hotel, and let me tell you, they put on quite a spread. In typical thrifty fashion I brought enough breakfast foods with me from the buffet for lunch. Oh how I over-ate.

Leo forced me to watch the gaelic football final in a dingy Irish pub in Malmo, and I did not enjoy it. Dublin won, Mayo lost, but as far as I'm concerned in the petty sport of football, there are no winners.

Now I'm back in Copenhagen, having done some gift shopping in Tiger etc. and now it's off to the airport to head back to my beloved (or not) Eire.

Until next time, Danmark.