I held in my hand ticket number 559. From what I can tell, it’s possible the Danes are the world’s biggest fans of the numbered ticket system. To Americans like me, the system is reminiscent of ordering sliced cheese and maple glazed ham at the deli counter or renewing your driver’s license at the Department…
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Where everybody knows my name
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home. A friend’s recent blog post got me thinking about the concept of home, particularly about how it relates to those of us throwing darts at a map to see where we shall be living next. The ex-pat life is one of extremes and contradictions. On…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 