Eight months after moving to Denmark, I'm now straddling that crepuscule between things being novel and others becoming the norm, so in this lucid moment I wanted to jot down a few observations, about my experience of Denmark and, more importantly, about the people who hail from it - an invitees examination, if you will.
Denmark might be one of the smallest countries in the World with only 5,6 million people living on the 42,915 km2 of country and islands, but it's far too big to explore in just a few days, so in this piece I have picked Seven Super Things to do in North Zealand, the area just north of the capital, Copenhagen.
The Danes have done it before and now they've done it again. Just when Brussels was counting on Denmark to vote 'yes' in an EU referendum, the country has said 'no'. Or as one tabloid headline put it rather delicately this morning: "Løkke fik f***-fingeren" which loosely translates as Denmark gave their prime minister the finger.
No-one can forget that Denmark has voted 'Nej' before - in the referendum on joining the euro. Eurosceptics across the continent will be delighted if voters in this small nation do so again, none more so than those in the UK. They may be very different votes, but if the Danes can do it twice, what's to stop the Brits from doing it just once? So today we watch, and wait.
Last week I found myself in the well-to-do Copenhagen seaside suburb of Hellerup and I was drawn down one of the side roads leading to the front as the sun was actually shining and glittering off the sea. I was sitting looking out towards Sweden when I realised that I was sitting right by the Vinterbad or winter swimming area.
A little while ago I wrote a piece asking why you might want to live in Denmark, which more or less lauded the place - my new home - taking into account a spectrum of criteria, from important things like crime, safety and tolerance levels, to questionably less vital things like the fact there's a restaurant in Copenhagen called Munter.
What did you do on Sunday afternoon? I cycled around the entire inner city. No Lycra and no gears even. The city is so small, flat and well planned that you can do this at a leisurely pace in about two hours, ticking off sights like the Little Mermaid, the Lakes, Strøget and Nyhavn while still having time to see the bottom of a couple of glasses of Mikkeller.
A soon as you move to Denmark you become aware of a word that the Danes use all the time and say there is no translation for - hygge (pronounced hooga). They say the best translation is cosy but that is so inadequate for what hygge truly means. I fell for hygge straightaway and it seems that others outside Denmark are starting to try and understand this lovely concept.
This was a perfectly healthy young lion, killed at nine months of age not because she was sick or injured, but simply because nobody wanted her. Just like Marius the giraffe shot with a bolt to the head at Copenhagen Zoo last year, she is one of an estimated 5,000 animals bred in captivity each year in European zoos but killed because they are considered surplus to requirements, genetically undesirable for the zoo's breeding programme.