Our trip to Helsingør was really meant to be a trip to Gilleleje, but some problems with the trains left us at this historical city (I guess most cities are historical in one way or another, but some of you might know this city from the stories about Hamlet).
We walked around in the city, at the beach and in a random forest that we saw on our way. I had a great day, and it made me think that sometimes you need to embrace the unexpected stops that your train makes.



Here are some photos of my amazing mum and a friend of hers.
My mum and younger sister live in Odense. We've always moved a lot so for me home is defined by people not by places. Everytime I visit them, no matter where they live, I feel like I'm home. It's a great feeling. I wish I could visit them more, but unfortunately the train ride is really expensive.

(My mum is the blonde if you hadn't guessed)