opp med hornå!
whaaaaaat a week it’s been. i always say that, i know. and i always mean it, too. but this week, man, this week was somethin’ else. on tuesday morning, our dear friend sophia, rahel and myself met at the airport, backs loaded with heavy backpacks, simultaneously tired and giddy, to head off to denmark. roskilde, to be exact. the music festival in roskilde, to be even more exact. a danish friend of sophia’s (shoutout to astrid!) kindly welcomed us to her homeland and after spending a relaxed afternoon in the beautiful city of copenhagen, we headed off towards music land. people, let me tell ya, roskilde festival is basically it’s own little city with a better infrastructure than many actual cities i have been to in my days.
what followed was half a week of memories and friendships made that will last far beyond the last chord having been played (can i get an “awww”, please?). music and food and people i love are genuinely my favourite things ever and that festival had it all. a little pinch of crazy danes and flower crowns rounded it up to create a true festival extravaganza. musical highlights included first aid kit (can i please just be their third sister), sir paul mccartney (who played for an incredible THREE hours), florence + the machine (the eponymous lady all dressed in white), kodaline (best sing along ever), disclosure (who rahel and i originally thought were a hard rock band), the war on drugs (total italy road trip playlist material), foghorn stringband (one of those surprise new discoveries that make festivals so amazing), the tallest man on earth (who, yes rahel, totally looks like a t-rex on stage. in the best way possible) and many many oh so many more including jungle, kendrick lamar, father john misty, soak and muse. during our few days at roskilde i braided many people’s hair (including runa’s and martin’s, who both looked fab both before and after i had exercised my mad braiding skillz on them), put glitter onto stranger’s faces (and friends’ too, including maxie, magnus and eyvind (i really feel the need to mention everyone), sat on an about 2.10m tall guy’s shoulders at muse, swam next to a group of completely nekkid dudes, returned to the tent when morning had already broken and the dawn drenched the whole site in a peaceful morning glow, cried from laughter during an unsuccessful selfie sesh with rahel, ate about seventy elderflower ice cream pops (yaaaas) and deliiicious swedish meatballs, sang my lungs out with complete strangers and friends, both old and new, spent the last night bbq-ing and relaxing at astrid’s beautiful schrebergarten house with even more people, and basically just had an absolute blast. honestly.
on that note (and considering that the theme for this week perfectly tied in with the festival’s motto):
long live the orange feeling!
p.s. since rahel and i are both travelling this week and considering that the week is halfway through anyway, we have decided to take a small half-point break for a week before we return with more fooooood.