Rough and magical sunset in kikhavn

I know this is going to be repetitive for some of you, but not sharing this magical walk is too selfish! Please bear with me and I am sure you will enjoy to some extend what we experienced first hand. ..Some of these pictures are taken by my son georges who has a good eye  for beauty ( thanks God my love of beauty is being transmitted to my young ones!)

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It is truly beyond description…am fascinated and in awe of these moments…

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Sunset happiness

Kikhavn is a fairytale village on the border of the  North Western coast of Sealand in Denmark. Orange and red coloured brick cottages with hay roofs and surrounded by wooden cottages, mostly painted in black or brown…a maize of colours and houses. Some even inviting us as the local café with a mix of chairs and tables,  offering hot cocoa and home made cake. .

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These houses are beautiful seen early morning with the warm light of the rising sun..but during our evening stroll everything takes a magical appeal. A golden and pink light falls and embrases the village.
We walk in silence and enjoy imagining whom lives behind the now closed doors. .
Several houses offer to the lucky hikers a selection of their home produce, all neatly placed on wooden and sometimes flashy metal tables,  with a price list neatly written on a piece of paper, beside a glass jar for the money.

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Hope you will enjoy the most soft and mesmerising sunset to this day, photos taken by my son Georges…am discovering talents here!

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Nature is truly the best artist…

600 m2 Flee market in the middle of nowhere!

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If you are to some fun and exploration then this 600 m2 flee market on a road between two villages, asserbo and frederiksvaerk in northern Denmark is the place…you are met by myriad of knick knacks,  porcelain,  dolls, 50 year old tabloid magazines,  phones from 80 years ago, silver cutlery,  zillion of wooden frames and faded paintings, vintage furniture and fur coats. ..all of that served with a warm cup of coffee in pretty little white porcelain cups and even a piece of chocolate marble cake!  Ole the owner of this ali baba cavern meets you with a smile and will pretty much accept your price for your findings. .
Definitely a place to visit and who knows,  you might find your next perfect vintage orange glass plate for your collection!

my two homes

Being a mix of nationalities and religions, I have always felt home in different places, and yet never 100% home. It’s an internal back and forth between two worlds, a sense of belonging and of being a complete stranger. Born in Beirut, few years before the war broke in 1975, I was raised in between bombs, electricity shortcuts, no telephone lines, and wonderful summer vacations spent in my grandmother’s country house in southern Denmark. A mix from the beginning of two completely opposite worlds.

pics by ruth mousharafieh & yen baet
pics by ruth mousharafieh & yen baet

And when i say opposite, i mean OPPOSITE! As in the weather, the mentality, the hospitality traditions, working ethic, children’s education, couples and marriage, independence of women and young girls, nature, respect of animals, architecture, human & social relations, beauty, transportation, environmental issues, time management, planning & spontaneity…

At the age of 14, war drove us away from Beirut. Fortunately for us, my brother and I had a Danish passport, thus making it quite easy to settle in Copenhagen, amongst our maternal family members. Becoming an adult in Europe had a tremendous effect on my values, views, opinions, behavior, ambitions and aspirations.

My point is, that despite the differences, living in the two countries have taught me valuable aspects of the human race. There is no right or wrong, better or worse. It reminds me of the most asked question when i was a kid; which country do like the most, Lebanon or Denmark? I find that question hilarious, because i love both my homes. Their opposite lifestyle are part of my upbringing. I miss them equally when i am not around.

Does happiness come in one form? are the Danes happier than the Lebanese? or can they both be happy in each their own way, but with different values? How to learn from both and create a better world?

That is my question…

More of that in a later post…