Mr. Postman

Mr. Postman came by THREE times last week each time carrying another package - for me! I love Mr. Postman.

He got me a fantastic satchel, which is actually the wedding present from Rasmus and I love it so; a sweater-thingy I bought for myself on sale; and a book from the Danish Ministry of Refugee, Immigration and Integration Affairs, which I also bought myself. So all in all, I wasn't exactly surprised by the many visits from the postman, but still...


The book is definitely the most boring of the three packages, but I had to get it, because I've just started working on my master thesis, and it revolves around this book. I considered just working with the pdf, but I figured that would be a tad too frivolous. And you don't want to be that.

I'm very excited and will probably tell you more as I begin working on it for real, but until then let me just say i study rhetoric and It's going to be a rhetorical critique - nothing mentioned, nothing forgotten!

Parigi

And j'aime Paris. Especially the balcony on our apartement, the daily croissants, coffee, spectacular buildings, and the roof on the neighbor house. I can't get the picture of dancing aristocats playing music with colorful lighting out of my head!  

More love

I'm back from Paris! But before I'll get to the telling/showing of the honey moon, I'll have to show you more of the actual hitching-together. Which explains the huge load of picture in this post - sorry, but otherwise I wont have anything but wedding post until Christmas :)

And yes, we did the ceremony, my friend sang a beautiful song, we got rice in our eyes, got to see aaaaaaalll of our friends together at the same event at the same day, and we stayed out until sunset. We mostly got inside because of the mosquitoes and the autumn creeping in on us.

 So. It was perfect.