Just north of Esbjerg there’s an unassuming car park, surrounded by anti-tank barricades* littered on the sand. There’s a utilitarian sign with distinctive-looking yellow lettering, which seems only to mark the dune on which it stands. But a path cuts through the dune. The only hint of where you're going is a sliver of eerie… Continue reading Esbjerg Days Out: Tirpitz
I learned something important the first time I stayed at the Paris Ritz. The first time?? Okay, there was just that one time. But it taught me everything about the meaning of luxury travel. That weekend really marked the beginning of our expat adventure. MT had already started his job in southern France while I… Continue reading Comfortable Luxury at Henne Kirkeby Kro
A few weeks ago (before end-of-winter illnesses and school holidays) we were invited to Esbjerg's rådhus - city hall - for a welcome event with the mayor. I went along with the kids, despite somehow thinking that after 6 months of living here I barely felt like a welcome was necessary. (Only a serial expat would… Continue reading Esbjerg: What Do You Know?