Yesterday I took the train from Eslöv to Copenhagen, it was supposed to be direct (and with direct I mean without changes and not that it would go straight to Copenhagen without stopping in Lund & Malmö, I had a discussion about that definition a few weeks ago with a friend!) but in the end I had to change trains THREE times… Oh, dear old Skånetrafiken – they couldn’t even blame it on snow, as it was all gone.
Anyway, I had a girls’ evening planned with my dear friends Å and L, not the same L as last visit to Copenhagen, this time it was Danish L who this year has managed to live in both Nepal and Uganda – she was home for a visit. Å and I met L in Venice in 2000 when we studied there, and together with French P (P No 1) and Irish O, we usually meet a few times a year somewhere in Europe for a girls’ weekend.
What is so great about L is that she understands Swedish fluently, despite being from Jutland (Århus), I take some of the credit as we lived together in Padova, Italy for 6 months and I taught her important expressions such as hångla (her favourite – to snog), jättebra (slang for very good) and tjejer (slang for girls)… and I learnt to understand Danish very well (and I even find it a very cool language nowadays).
It is quite interesting to hear us talk, because L speaks Danish and Å & I speak Swedish. Nothing strange about that as I never ever speak English to a Dane, that’s a principle! However, I have Swedish friends who don’t understand Danish, and there are Danes who don’t understand Swedish but hey, you have to make an effort! Nevertheless, what is interesting is that Å speaks Swedish with L, even though she does speak Danish after 6 years in Denmark and she would speak it with other Danes. I guess she feels that L understands so well that she doesn’t need to make an effort to speak her language. I think that it is amazing that we can communicate effortlessly in two languages at the same time (we should have invited H from Norway as well to make it even more fun😉 ).
We had a great evening together, playing with Å’s son H – he is very cute, especially as he has started to speak now. Å had a revelation the other day when she realised that he uses the same word for daddy and staircase (pappa and trappa) – it all made so much more sense all of a sudden!
P No 1 called us and the three of us had a nice chat with her, too bad that she and O couldn’t be there with us last night. I am hoping that we will somehow be able to organise a girls’ week in the Caribbean next year… we’ll see.
This morning L got up at 04.30 to take the plane back to Uganda, a few hours later I took a direct train back to Eslöv (well, I had to change from metro to train at the Copenhagen airport) – it was very cold.