

To travel really is to live
I pass by the statue of the famous Danish author H.C. Andersen a couple of times a week when I go into the centre of Málaga. And he was so right! – “To travel is to live”. That’s why my very first backer trip, at the age of 23, changed the things I wanted in life and that’s why I live in Spain today. I’ve stopped counting the number of times relatives have asked me: “When are you moving back to Denmark?” or “Aren’t you going to settle down soon?” or “What about children?”. I


“Home” and belonging
Where is home? I’m getting to a point where I don’t know the answer to this question anymore. I was born in Denmark, moved to Sweden when I was 19 (and lived there on-and-off for 10 years), worked in Norway, studied a semester in Australia, traveled for a long period in South-East Asia, East Africa, and Europe, and the last couple of years I have spent in Spain. I’ve got a Danish passport and both my parents were born and raised in Denmark, so technically I’m Danish. But I le