in 51 days, my mother and i are going to denmark. for a week and a half.
we have plane tickets and passports and, beyond a vague idea of what my wardrobe will be, we have very little else.
no rental car.
yesterday, my mum actually went so far as to forget that we are indeed going to denmark in 51 days. she said, cupcake, we were talking to frankie and gary about planning something fun for labor day weekend. and i said, but mother dear, i should think denmark would be labor day fun enough.
unlike the trip to paris, which operated with the smoothness of a travel channel special on abbeys of the arrondissements, denmark is coming together to be a more slipshod affair.
not one danish podcast has been downloaded.
not one book on copenhagen has been read.
my aunt may or may not be coming.
i have 51 days to learn to drive stick.
this should all probably be rather scary. the idea of being two (three???) women winging it alone in a country with a wealth of baked good we will not have the linguistic wherewithal to buy. in reality, it's rather exhilarating.
and thanks to the inexplicable inclusion of danish subtitles on the digitally remastered alfred hitcock masterpiece collection netflix copy of the man who knew too much, we aren't entirely ignorant.
que sera sera!
uanset vil blive vil blive!