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Tuesday was election day in Denmark. Across the country, 2,432 municipal council seats and 134 regional counsel seats (representing 98 municipalities and four regions) were decided — with thousands of candidates standing for office.
Seriously, the ballot for our municipality (kommune in Danish) was massive. Very different from ballots in Canada or the UK.
Continue reading “The drama and routine of Danish elections”
I could not have predicted the tempest in a teapot arising from an article I wrote about a local bookshop accidentally receiving a shipment meant for Kenya. Last Week in Denmark’s social media team posted it on Facebook (link to the post below) and the comments started rolling in.
Most of them positive, but, of course, it’s the negative ones that stung and stick in my mind. I’ve had adverse interactions before on Facebook that were much ruder (which is a huge reason why I don’t use Facebook much anymore). It’s a relief none of the comments were misogynistic or deeply unpleasant, they were just keyboard warrior fare.
Continue reading “Misdirected books and social media melodrama”
Like most suburban kids, I grew up riding a bike (photo of Little Laura and her big glasses below for proof!). Then periodically cycled to friends’ houses and school and things as a teenager. And promptly forgot all about all things bike-related after moving to Edmonton for university.
When we lived in North Vancouver, Tony and I counted several strong cyclists amongst our close friends. Those friends and a truely awesome bike shop (shout out to Obsession: Bikes) prompted me to get a serious bicycle, complete with clip-in pedals (which proved to be the bane of my cycling existence) and proper kit. (If you look closely the jersey in the photo of me and my Trek on the Lions Gate Bridge says “North Shore Triathlon Club”, which is how we were introduced to the aforementioned strong cyclists we still call friends).
Continue reading “It’s just like riding a bike”
Another (much welcome) relocation. Another temporary flat (thankfully quite comfortable). Another monsoon of admin (visas, residency registrations, bank accounts, insurance, it feels like the list never ends).
New streets to learn. New transit options to figure out (so many Metro stops opened in 2024!). New paths to explore (and familiar ones to retread).
Continue reading “Starting again (again)”