(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.
We wear black.
Fly outfit. Also FLY outfit.
Dig & Mig i Danmark.
I have someone special in mind.
Köpenhavn.
