Just about one of our favorite parts of Denmark is bicycling around. If you're a Dane, you would never just take your car when you can easily bike somewhere. It doesn't matter if you're a woman in a beautiful skirt suit on your way to a meeting, if you have a coffee in hand, if it's really warm and humid, if it's pouring rain or snow and wind, you bike! It really is the easiest way, there are bike-super-highways, and plenty of bike parking, and you often can arrive quicker than if you drove. Our favorite bike in the world, is the Christiania bike! It's an old fashioned bike, or actually a backwards tricycle, with a wooden box in front between the wheels. The box is really simply, a wooden box, for your cargo, or your precious cargo. It is insanely popular in Denmark, for parents toting kids to school, your dogs to the park, your groceries and shopping home from the market! Charlie loves it! To the point where he sees one on the street and try to hop in, hoping it was his! Why can't we first of all, use more bikes here in LA?? And why can't we start using the Christiania bike?! OH bike, we miss you!
So, if you follow me on Instagram, you've seen we've been in Denmark for the summer. It's where we are from, it's where our family is, and where our heart is. I also have a passion for architecture, I studied at USC, and love photographing all of it, from the old to the modern. We've been back about a week, and Charlie started school today, so I'm finally taking photos off my camera and checking everything out! Here are a few I found tonight...
Just a little reminiscing of a trip to Århus, Denmark, where my mom spent her teenage years, and where my aunt, uncle and one cousin still live. It's such a beautiful city, so much scenery with the Marselisborg harbor and the amazing architecture. All of Denmark is famous for the architecture, but Århus seems to claim more than it's fair share. Århus is definitely in my Top 10 favorite cities over the world, but maybe I'm a little biased! 😉
This winter break, I had five days on my own for the first time in, well, nine and a half years. As a divorced mom, and a mom with a kid on the spectrum, that five days can be both an eternity, a savior, or a sudden source of anxiety... what will I do with myself?! It was a mixed bag of emotion for me. At first I thought this was great, Charlie gets to hang out with his dad, winter break is so long, that would be a relief to the boredom. I felt excited to not have to deal with therapies, driving all over town, and then... what will I do and why would I want to do any of it without the coolest kid there is? When you have a child with autism, everything is intensified, I guess as it is with the kids, in a funny way. Our children with autism hear more intensely, feel more intensely, and our parenting is also then more intense. Eating is more difficult, learning and school is more difficult, sleep can often be an issue, as well as any self-help such as dressing and grooming or bathroom issues. Most of us take this on with the same intensity with which our children feel it, because we love them for everything they are. A lot of us would do anything for a little relief or help, but we wouldn't change any of it for the world, knowing this is now who we are. It's our version of parenting; an exhausting, tiring to your core, intensely-feeling version. In that, we sometimes forget what we did or what were were before our children had autism, or before they were born. We too often leave jobs and careers, change our entire group of friends, sometimes family fades away. Forget about hobbies or interests! And often our conversations, trains of thought, and do I dare say, free-reading, revolves around autism and what we can do for it. Before I had my son, I've mentioned on my website and on social media, I was a model, I studied architecture, I loved art wherever I could find it, and I lived out of my suitcase. I was traveling everywhere and finding any museum, gallery, or cafe to sit in and pull out my notebook and pencils. I don't think I'd want to go back to that, but I'd so much rather be sketching than reading behavioral therapy techniques. And as it goes, my son hates art, hates drawing, hates the texture of clay or finger paints, he hates anything remotely related... well, he does love sharpening pencils. As I was about to pull out my hair at the thought of missing my son for five whole days, as the very thought of the holidays without my child grew nearer, I got online and saw where I could go. Why not be my old self? Could I remember how?! Sure! Everything, after what we do daily, has to be a piece of cake! Charlie hates baking Christmas cookies anyway! So after checking that my family and friends were all tied up with plans with loved ones and significant others, I decided to use my soon-to-expire miles (because I don't get to use them too much anymore) and take a little spontaneous vacay on my own!