We out here.

After 4 days of rest.

(Which was sort of also work.)

She was working.

Once again.

On the road.

Miami to Chicago.

2 days.

Festival.

Lollapalooza.

Then she flew for 10 hours.

Ended up in Copenhagen.

Denmark.

Found herself wandering the streets of Christiania.

Smelling the scent of a certain herb as she strolled around. 

Stoll turned into hang at a beach.

Turned into a beer.

Turned into Tequila.

Turned into Tequilas.

And finally.

A very comfortable bed.

Midnight turned into 3am.

And her body was confused.

The jetlag that never left during the 4 days.

Had returned stronger than ever.

Lollapalooza posse.

We wear black.

Fly outfit. Also FLY outfit.

Dig & Mig i Danmark. 

I have someone special in mind.

Köpenhavn.