You would think that after nearly four years in a country my day-to-day exposure to the language would render me fluent enough to understand, say… a television commercial. You would be wrong. I tried the other night: not a single Danish word penetrated my mono-linguistic brain. As someone living in a country not your own,…
Tag: Danish
Sign Language
In November, I published a post called Lost in Translation which paid homage to the quirky, often head-scratching signs I have spotted in Denmark and surrounds. My family is in on the game now, and even some friends, who e-mail me snapshots of confusing, humorous, or just downright weird signs. In a spoken language that doesn’t pronounce…
In two straight lines in rain or shine
The water in Denmark is full of calcium. But beyond the lime-scale, there seems to be something else in the water here. Something that if I could isolate and bottle, I would be rich beyond measure. I would be lauded and invited to appear on Oprah. I could buy that pair of boots I am…
I say tomato, He says tomahto
My kids got a bit shafted on the mother tongue front. Although they have dual citizenship, both my husband and I hail from English-speaking backgrounds. He speaks raisonnable French, enough to roughly translate the menu as “something beef with something something red sauce”. I can carry on a basic conversation en español después de dos o tres…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 