Picture post: Summer vacation in Denmark 2015

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On the train to Gothenburg early in the morning.
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Taking a break on a bench walking from the train to the ferry terminal in Gothenburg. Baby needed some cheering up.

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Welcome home! says our HUGE Danish breakfast! – Thanks mom!

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Processed with VSCOcam with hb2 presetBaby’s first ever beach day! I was so worried she’d be eating sand all day – but she didn’t! She was in too big of a hurry to get to the water!

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This is her outfit no 2. Marcus lifted her just over the surface so she could splash with her hands but he didn’t notice the big wave before it completely drenched her. So she got her first ocean swim that day too.

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Getting on the plane to Copenhagen! Baby was such a pro.

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My wedding outfit. I hate posing alone in pictures – this is the only picture Marcus managed to take where I’m not doing an impatient silly face.

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Outside the temple. She was in heaven! She made us walk her up and down the stairs a gazillion times – equally excited every time.

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Posting this because it’s the only family pictures from that week. And we were all dressed up so pretty. Just forget about the distracted half-smiles.

Denmark – idyllic even to a dane

photo (5)Being a dane abroad you get to meet a lot of people. And somehow you always seem to run into people who get excited when you tell them you’re from Denmark.

There’s the ones (the vast majority) that exclaim “Denmark?? No way!! That’s where my ancestors are from! Yes! My family is Danish! We have abelskeevers all the time!” – Cute. And hey! Good pronunciation!

Then there’s the next to largest group that immediately say “Oh Denmark is amazing! It’s so cute with the tulips and the wind mills!” – Bless them. Not much to say to that. … Then they turn to Marcus and say “Sweden looks beautiful too! I’ve always wanted to see the Alps!”

Then there’s the smallest group that seem so hard to find that you actually get as excited about them as they are about you. These are the people who have actually been to Denmark or at least have their facts straight. They may know about Hans Christian Andersen and his stories. They may know about Danish history and may express a desire to visit our medieval castles. They may comment on the Danish nature and even call it “idyllic” and “just like a fairytale”.

Well I’ve never given much thought to the fairytale part myself, but now that I’ve lived abroad for a year and have experienced coming back here.. I have to say Denmark has never seemed as idyllic or fairytalish to me as it does now.

I have taken the liberty to note down a few things that have really stood out to me.

Singing birds

So in Hawaii there were a lot of birds. A lot. And big too. My parents would often ask when we were Skyping whether we’d gotten a bird, because they could hear the big tropical birds just outside our window. So it’s not like we didn’t wake up to choirs of tweeting every morning this past year. But boy, when I came home. And I had to get up every two hours to go to the bathroom and opened my window to cool down the room… there is just nothing like the way birds sing at 4am here. Talk about the most peaceful happy sound you every heard! Like you’re right there walking through the forest with your favorite Disney princess.


Fresh air

After 8 months in humid Hawaii and 2 months in dry dry Utah, the very first thought that came to my mind when I stepped out of the airport in Copenhagen was how it felt like I was breathing fresh air for the first time in almost a year. I don’t know what it is… maybe the fresh ocean breeze that you can’t escape anywhere in the country… or maybe a perfect balance of humidity.. or maybe just because this is where I grew up. I don’t know, but it is really quite amazing!



I’ve noticed how a lot of tourists in Denmark comment on how incredibly green it is here. My mom still talks about how beautiful she thinks Denmark is because of this. Growing up I always thought that just made Denmark boring, but after – yes, even after – living in beautiful lush paradise Hawaii I must admit that Denmark is quite beautiful. I can’t quite describe it, but it’s almost as if Hawaii was a wild kind of green and Denmark is more like the King’s gardens compared. And then enjoying it while breathing that fresh fresh air and listening to the birds in the background….!  Mmm!



Yes, I must bring this up as my last point. I’m sorry folks but Danish food is really the stuff. Oh and especially after being in the states! I thought it would be like Food Heaven in the US – but turned out I hadn’t tried living there yet. No matter what you say – no restaurant meal beats a homemade one made from scratch. It just doesn’t. High-five to Europe!

When people asked me as a kid whether I felt more Danish or American, I would usually answer American. In truth certain elements of the Danish culture do make me feel more American. I always expected and imagined I would get married and move away from here forever and not look back – and I was fine with that. But turns out I just missed being around reserved rough traditional danes that could never dream of uttering the word “whoop”. I have to say I am very surprised that I reacted this way as soon as I was gone.

I guess I love Denmark


Goodbye Salt Lake, seat bumps and leaving my husband

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It was time to take the next trip on the Krylborn Journey of Life. But this time we weren’t taking it together.

Leaving Marcus in Salt Lake wasn’t easy – I talked about my crying craziness just last week – But we decided months ago that it was the best thing to do. I cried a good deal the days leading up to my departure, but not quite enough to ensure that I didn’t break down the morning we left. I wonder if I could have prevented that at all. Probably not. It’s definitely a big help that I’ll be with my family in the meantime, but it just makes it worse to know that he won’t have anyone there with him. Though it’s all a really hard situation, I can’t help but be a little fascinated by the fact that I care about him so much that I worry more about his dealing with it all than my own. It’s really amazing that you can come to really love someone that much in such short time.

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My “we’re leaving the apartment” -selfie sent to Marcus who was at work at the time. – Yes, I know what I’m doing. And no, I’m not a huge fan of selfies.

Anyway, again, fortunately, (too many adverbials) my mom was there too to fly home with me. Thank goodness! I can’t imagine what that trip would have been if she hadn’t. And the luck we had! According to our boarding passes it didn’t look like we were seated next to each other on two of our three flights. The one, of course, being our last and shortest flight of only an hour. The kind lady at check-in said there was nothing she could do, so we decided to try our luck asking some of our fellow passengers to swap seats with us.

But when we got on our first flight we were surprised to see that we had been seated next to each other after all! (one of those flights for more intellectual people where seats D and F are actually next to each other) aaand that we were seated in the front row of economy – here meaning that we had all the leg space we could ever dream of!

Our layover in Chicago was only half an hour and was pretty stressful but when we got to the gate we were informed that our seats had been reassigned. She gave us new boarding passes and to our astonishment found that we had been bumped to business class. Oh my goodness! Is it anyone’s dream to get that bump on an overseas flight to Europe (when you’re pregnant and just said goodbye to your husband), or what? We managed to contain ourselves (almost) so the rest of the fancy people wouldn’t know that we weren’t actually part of their gang. I think they may have gotten suspicious with time as it seemed we were the only ones snapping pictures of our food and high-fiving every time we found more “free stuff” stowed at our seats. And as my mom correctly recognized, “this is the only long flight I’ve been on where I’ve heard laughter, there is happiness on this side of the curtain”.


Me looking all fancy-like with my “welcome aboard” drink that was offered to pass time while waiting for take-off. Pretty nifty!

20140617_143050You could basically adjust those seats to any crazy position imaginable.

20140617_155436My appetizer an hour into the flight. And yes, in the background is my own very own tablet with many many movies and shows to keep me entertained.

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Breaking all the rules and wearing compression socks in Crocs sandals. Don’t judge me – are YOU pregnant?? Realizing that I for sure didn’t fool anyone on that flight.

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Before we knew it we were back in Denmark. It only took me an hour or two before I’d made my mom take me to a bakery to pick up some real danish food.

Folks, I’m home!