Falling for the food scene in Mooloolaba

Envy Café Mooloolaba

Last Sunday I opted for a beach day in Mooloolaba with friends instead of tackling the stack of textbooks sitting on my desk (always the better choice, am I right?)

After a few blissful hours spent laying in the sun, I suddenly hit a low point when I realized I’d completely forgotten to put on sunscreen and had badly burned my derrière pack a lunch and was absolutely starving.

The Mooloolaba Esplanade really has the nicest cafés and restaurants, but most of them are definitely made for sitting down and enjoying a meal. I’m not exactly a ‘local’ yet in Mooloolaba, so I was having a hard time finding something quick  and easy – …and vegan… – to just grab with me and go back down to the beach.

A moment of clarity came upon me and I remembered having eyed out a particular healthy-looking café a few weeks ago. I even impressed myself and my companion enormously by remembering exactly where it was, a couple of blocks up from the beach.

So we trotted off, me and my (probably skeptical) friend who I’d convinced to tag along with me on this food hunt, and 10 minutes later we were both completely enamoured.

Hands down one of the best food discoveries I’ve made here… Envy Café.

Envy Café Mooloolaba

Like walking into someone’s living room… I love this kind of ambiance. Cakes at Envy Café Mooloolaba

My kryptonite right here, folks
Don’t worry, I practiced some major self-control!
Dairy-free month continues.

Envy Café Mooloolaba

No, YOU are special! 😀

Envy Café serves all kinds of food; this is not a specialized vegetarian/vegan joint, but everything is organic and all meat comes from grass-fed animals. So it’s a perfect place to take all your friends, no matter what kind of food they like. Sandwiches, burgers, salads, soups, juices, smoothies, coffee, cakes… You name it! 😉

The prices weren’t bad either (I’ve paid nearly as much for five leaves of lettuce and a cucumber at the Mooloolaba Esplanade, as I did for a huge takeaway meal that lasted for lunch and dinner at Envy). That being said, I might have spent slightly more money on eating out lately than my student budget allows me to…….. I need a volunteer to hold an intervention.

In my defence, though, I gave up feta cheese. I mean… Just that in itself gives me permission to spend 18$ on the best veggie burger I’ve ever had in my life, right?

Veggie burger from Envy Café, Mooloolaba

To an untrained eye it may look sloppy, but trust me on this – when it comes to veggie burgers, looks can be deceiving. And this was one helluva tasty little guy, so he’s free to look as sloppy as he’d like 😉

Veggie burger from Envy Café, Mooloolaba

This wasn’t anything like what I had in mind when I embarked on my food hunt (takeaway burger doesn’t exactly scream “convenient beach picnic food!”), but all common sense went out the window the moment I stepped over that threshold.  I’m already planning our next beach trip  to ensure that we have plenty of time for a long lunch at Envy in the middle of the day 🙂


Walking along the Esplanade on our way to the bus-stop that afternoon, we stumbled across even more juice bars and even a completely vegan café with a view to the beach. I’m falling more and more for the food scene in Mooloolaba… Quality cafés and restaurants are in abundance, and the more I pay attention to it, the more I see how many great options there are for health-conscious vegetarians like me.

I don’t know if it’s my selective memory playing a trick on me, but I just can’t help but think that Oslo has a long way to go here…! Vegetarian/vegan restaurants aren’t exactly at every corner, and all I have are bad memories of paying full price for Caesar Salads without chicken and bacon (leaving me with lettuce, croutons and dressing apparently worth 20$…)

Selective memory or not – I’m quite happy to be eating my way through the Sunshine Coast in the year to come 🙂

Mooloolaba Beach


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A love letter to a romantic tale set in Cuba that reached its happy ending

View of Capitolio from roof of Hotel Inglaterra, Havana I’m sitting at a café on campus reading up on articles for schoolwork (meaning, blog posts…) and over at my right there’s some sort of market day going on focusing on the language courses offered at the university next semester.

Salsa music is being played from huge speakers, which is a little comical to me because the only language courses offered at this uni are Japanese, Indonesian and Italian. Not to get hung up on details, but none of these cultures are associated with salsa.

Still, I am instantly transported back to my time living in Cuba and even my travels in Mexico last year. My heart skips a bit as I close my eyes and a rush of memories are being brought back to me.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Cuba lately. Mostly, because the most wonderful news reached me the other day:

My good friend married her Cuban sweetheart last week.

Street musicians, Havana, Cuba

She, a beautiful, blonde Danish girl working for another tour agency, was one of my best friends in Cuba. He was a slick-looking Latino with a a huge smile and a heart of gold.

I remember vividly the night they met. There were four of us in our close group of friends, all female Scandinavian tour guides. On our free time, we did what any young girls would do: enjoy the world’s best rum and go out dancing.

We were at Casa de la Musica, which is one of the best clubs in Varadero and it plays almost exclusively salsa music. The place is electric pretty much any night of the week, and it was our favorite place to let loose and enjoy ourselves.

The two of them spotted each other across the room, and at the end of the night he’d passionately kissed her goodnight within a couple of hours of knowing her. The rest of us laughed and teased her as she joined us again on the dance floor.

‘Are you kidding me?! Glad that’s out of your system,’ we laughed. He was wearing a neon pink button-up shirt, and could have easily been Ricky Martin’s slightly darker-haired twin brother. We thought he looked ridiculous and didn’t understand what she saw in him. Let’s be frank: young, blonde Scandinavian girls in Cuba can have their pick… and he wouldn’t have been my pick if I’d seen him across the room.

But they had found each other. And that was that.

Colorful old cars and buildings, Havana

Over the next few months, I watched their love story unfold despite cultural differences and initial language barriers. Ricky Martin, who I had instantly judged as a total douche who didn’t know how to dress, turned out to be one of the kindest and warmest people I’ve ever met.

(I literally learned not to judge a book by its cover from this relationship. You can preach it all you want, but you need to be proven wrong and feel like an idiot before you actually get it).

Always taking in interest in her friends and investing time and effort to get to know us, no doubt because he cared about her so much. They were so in love, it was impossible to look away. You just kind of wanted it to rub off on you, somehow.

Cayo Blance outside Varadero, Cuba

Nearly two years has passed since then, and while I haven’t seen them face to face since we left Cuba, I can imagine what they’ve been going through.

Him, stuck in Cuba.

Her, trying to figure out her life and pursuing her career, but always missing her love in Varadero.

Scrambling to find time and money for her to come visit as often as possible.

Wondering, ‘can we really do this? take this risk? is it going to be you and me? because if so, the only way is to bring you to Denmark. and the only way to bring you to Denmark is to get married. are we too young to get married? what if we’ll regret it?’

In the end… ‘You’re my true love. I want it to be you and me, forever.’

After what I can only imagine was very a long struggle with the Cuban embassy and Danish immigration – getting out of Cuba is not easy – he arrived in Denmark this summer.

And last week they each got to marry the love of their life at town hall and begin their lives together in Copenhagen as man and wife.


Not all love stories are conventional.
Not all are convenient.
Not all are easy to follow through. 

But sometimes…. just sometimes…. 

It’s all so worth it. 

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A love letter to the temples in Bangkok

Park, Bangkok

A couple of weeks ago I posted a little somethin’ somethin’ about being stranded Hong Kong, and I mentioned that I never really felt the urge to visit humongous Asian cities.

Well, I’ve now visited two humongous Asian cities: Hong Kong and Bangkok, back in 2011, and I was taken aback both times at how cool I thought it was. So I might need to reconsider at some point and actually think about possibly adding places like Tokyo and Singapore to the never-ending list.

My most strict criteria is that there has to be some color there, and some form of sanctuaries. Hong Kong did okay because of the bright, green hills and the beautiful turquoise water. Bangkok was filled to the brim with temples, parks, and statues. Cities that are famous for tall buildings and shopping malls (Kuala Lumpur – I’m looking at you) don’t exactly tempt me… though I’d love to be proven wrong, here!

In Bangkok, I granted my travel companions exactly one night (a couple of hours before going to the movies) of strolling through shopping malls. The rest of our time was spent sightseeing and exploring Khao San Road the city.

Chang Beer, Khao San Road, Bangkok

But in all seriousness, here’s where I brought my good buddy, the world famous Chang-hangover, the next day:

Temple of the Golden Mount

Wat Saket

Golden Mount Temple, Wat Saket, Bangkok, Thailand

Golden Mount Temple, Wat Saket, Bangkok, Thailand

Golden Mount Temple, Wat Saket, Bangkok, Thailand



Temple of the Reclining Buddha

Wat Pho

Temple of the Reclining Buddha // Wat Pho // Bangkok

Temple of the Reclining Buddha // Wat Pho // Bangkok

Temple of the Reclining Buddha // Wat Pho // Bangkok

Temple of the Reclining Buddha // Wat Pho // Bangkok


Chao Praya River

Chao Pray river Bangkok


Chao Praya river Bangkok

Chao Pray river Bangkok


Bangkok, you were so much more than just a bustling big city! Thanks for showing me! In fact, I suspect that I’ll be back very, very soon…

Fellow Bangkok fans, what do you reckon is so great about it? Do you have a favorite temple (cause there are hundreds)? What is your favorite hiding place? 


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A love letter to Luxor

In the winter of 2010/2011 I lived and worked in Hurghada in Egypt as a tour guide. I had the most amazing experience working there, with the privilege of getting to know the country and its history – and to be the presenter of that history to hundreds of wide-eyed tourists.

My time in Egypt was sadly cut short because, as some of you might remember, January 2011 was the month the revolution began and president Hosni Mobarak was overthrown by the military. Obviously, the situation in Egypt and the horrible events of last week are all over the news, and a lot of attention is being focused on the chaos and the negative state of it all. 

That’s not what we do over here at the Happy Camper Project!

I study International Politics, so I get to dip my toes into the “discuss, critique and analyse!” pool enough as it is. This blog and the love letters I write is about positivity and joy. So I’d like to take a moment and celebrate some of the amazing things I, personally, associate with Egypt.

What better way to do that than to take you all with me to the magical city of Luxor… 


Map of Egypt, Luxor

Luxor is a city in southern Egypt and is often referred to as “the world’s largest open-air museum”. In ancient Egypt, the city was called Thebes and it was the seat of the king of Upper Egypt. Ancient Egypt consisted of two kingdoms; Upper Egypt (south) and Lower Egypt (north), until king Narmer united the kingdoms and claimed the thrown to the whole shebang around 3000 B.C.

A fascinating thing about  ancient Egypt is that they believed that the Nile separated life from death. Once you died, you would have to cross the Nile in a boat from the East Bank to the West Bank, to your final resting place. That’s why everything to do with life is located on the East Bank (as in worship temples), and everything associated with death is located on the West bank (graves, temples of death etc). The 3 great pyramids, which of course are graves, are located on the Giza plateau in Cairo – on the West Bank of the Nile. The city itself – which represents life – is on the East Bank.

Here are some of the must-sees in today’s Luxor:

Karnak Temple

Karnak is the largest temple complex in the whole world. It’s a beautiful and awe-inspiring collection of temples, statues, pillars, obelisks, chapels, and other buildings, and I’ve spent a lot of time over-enthusiastically guiding tourists through this place.

+ True story: when French excavators came to the Karnak temple in the early 1900s, they wondered, “Hmm. This has been covered by desert for the past thousands of years. How do we get rid of the sand? It’s going to take us decades.” One smart-ass came up with an idea: they would break the barriers of the Nile and let the flooding water do the job. Uh….. really? That was your genius plan? The water did rush in (you can still see the marks in the entrance from how far up the water reached), cleaned out the sand – and also cleaned off all the ancient colouring used in the unique, intricate hieroglyphs…. Noooooo! Lost forever!

I hope that smart-ass got fired.

Karnak Temple, walking in, Egypt

Karnak Temple, Egypt

Hypostyle Hall, Karnak Temple, Egypt Hypostyle Hall, Karnak Temple, Egypt

Great Hypostyle HallRamses II statue, Karnak Temple, Egypt

Ramses II 

Hatshepsut's Obelisk, Karnak Temple, Egypt

Hatshepsut’s obelisk, the second largest in the world (after the Washington Monument)Karnak Temple, Egypt

Luxor Temple

This is another huge temple on the east bank of Luxor; an absolutely gorgeous temple of worship.

*Crap, I forgot all of my funny anecdotes about Luxor Temple… Skip to pictures.

Luxor Temple, Egypt, seen from the Nile

luxor temple

Mortuary temple of Hatshepsut

Hatshepsut was one of the most fierce and fascinating queens of ancient Egypt. She is in fact one of the most successful pharaohs overall, and her reign longer than any another woman in an Egyptian dynasty. Hatshepsut is thought to be the world’s first botanic, and the first ever to travel the seas to just explore rather than conquer or fight wars.

Over at the West Bank where the dead lie, we find her mortuary temple which is dedicated to the god Amon-Ra and is one of the most magnificent remaining monuments of  Ancient Egypt.

Mortuary Temple of Hatshepsut, Egypt

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Valley of the Kings

I still get chills thinking about this place…
Just to give you the basics: in the Old Kingdom the pharaohs liked to build pyramids as their final resting place, thinking “the closer to the sun (Amon-Ra), the better.”

Turns out pyramids are really easy to spot for tomb robbers. You can’t expect to live happily in the afterlife if someone has stolen all the gold in your tomb, now can you? So in the New Kingdom, the pharaohs figured out that it was best to hide their burial chambers a little better. And so the Valley of the Kings was built, one grave at a time. They dug waaaayyy down into the ground and decorated the walls with stunning hieroglyphs, and filled the whole thing up with gold. It was believed that everything that you were buried with, you would take with you on the boat over to the afterlife, and kings needed to bring all their gold, of course…. Way more practical than clothes and shoes.

Can you imagine the period of time at the turn of the 20th century when European archeologists starting discovering these graves? We’re talking more gold in one single grave than a small country can ever hope to spend in a lifetime. The most famous grave in the Valley of the Kings is the one most recently excavated: Tutankhamon, which was discovered in 1922 by Howard Carter. They’re still digging around in the area, though, and new chambers in the valley was discovered in 2005 and in 2008.

People – this place is so majestic and so goose-bump inducing. Going down into these graves with the most amazing hieroglyphs and paintings, and finding a sarcophagus… knowing that a mummy has been in there for thousands of years… and here we are studying it. It is the weirdest feeling. I’m in awe of this place.

Cameras are prohibited in the Valley of the Kings, so I don’t have any pictures myself. But here are a couple I found laying around on the Internet for you to take a look 😉

Valley of the Kings, Egypt

burial chamber

Seti Tomb valley of the kings, Egypt

The Nile 

…and of course, lastly, the Nile.

View of the west bank from the Nile, Luxor, Egypt

egyptian children bathing

hotel agatha christie

The Winter Palace Hotel, where Agatha Christie stayed when she wrote 1937’s Death on the Nile.Sunset on the Nile, Luxor, Egypt

Sunset on the Nile, Luxor, Egyptfelucca sunset 2

sunset, boat with people

What’s your favorite photo from Luxor? Have you ever been there, and if so, what monument did you enjoy the most? 


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A love letter to “Our deepest fear”

Confession: I read a lot of personal development books.

My love for the Self Help section of bookstores (seriously, do we still have to call it “self help”??) probably began when I was around 19. I’ve read everything from very practical books on, say, how to make body language work to your advantage, to way-out-there New Age philosophy stuff.

It should come as no surprise then that I’m a sucker for inspirational quotes.

Author Marianne Williamson is one of the wisest people I know of, and her Our Deepest Fear Is That We Are Powerful Beyond Measure passage from her book Return to Love gets me every time. (In this passage, she calls “it” God. You don’t have to get hung up on that; you can call it whatever you like. In fact, you don’t have to call it anything at all.)


“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

– Marianne Williamson


Let it sink in.

What would the world look like if people stopped playing small, unconsciously or not, because we don’t believe we’re worthy of being absolutely amazing?

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A love letter to sunsets in Santorini (and to a very special travel buddy)

One of the perks of living a rather nomadic lifestyle is making deep and long-lasting friendships with people I would never have crossed paths with if I had gone the traditional high school – college – job route in Norway. I love how different they all are, the people I consider my best friends. They all bring out different sides of me and it’s fun to stand back and observe how they play different roles in my life.

In 2010 I met a feisty little Swedish chick named Madelene who has since been my partner-in-crime on many adventures. I could probably spend the whole morning listing things I love about her and about our friendship – like how kind and caring she is, how I appreciate our many deep conversations about the bigger things in life, and how I love her fun, positive spirit.

But for this post I’m going to celebrate the part of friendship that is our shared passion for traveling. Madelene and I are quite the masters of making the most out of 48-hour getaways and spontaneous trips. We often have conversations like this:

“So, I know you’re supposed to be vacationing in Phuket. But I was kinda thinking Bangkok for three days. You in?”

“All in, babe! Go ahead and book my flight.”

…and after accidentally not talking to each other for a couple months due to busy lives, I get texts like this one….

“Christine! Mumford & Sons in Oslo next month?”

“All in! Just bought us tickets – my couch is waiting for you.”

If I ever need someone to be spontaneous with me, she’s my safest bet. Madelene is the one I secretly plan to take with me when I decide to backpack through South America. She’s the one I plan to kidnap and bring along when I hike the Pacific Crest Trail. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to be my roommate when I escape and live in Bali for one month each year.

Roadtrip on scooters, Santorini, Greece

A couple of years ago we took the ferry to Santorini from Crete, where we were living at the time, with two other of our good friends. We were only there for 2 days and 1 night, but we sure managed to squeeze in a lot during those 36 hours. When it came down to it though, there were only a few non-negotiable things the four of us wanted to do in Santorini:

1)   Eat good food.

2)   Explore the island on scooters.

3)   Experience the sunset in Oia.

You want the truth?
It’s totally worth the hype.
Every little bit of it.

View of cliffs, Santorini, Greece

View of Santorini cliffs, Greece

Acting goofy, Santorini views, Greece

Classic view, houses, Oia, Santorini, Greece Classic view, houses, Oia, Santorini, Greece

Santorini, Greece, houses along the hill

Santorini, Greece, Oia sunset

Right before sunset Oia, Santorini, Greece

Sunset in Oia, Santorini, Greece

People watching sunset in Oia, Santorini, Greece

Wedding during sunset in Oia, Santorini, Greece

Sunset in Oia, Santorini, Greece

Sunset in Oia, Santorini, Greece

If you’re ever searching for one of those “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m here experiencing this right now! I’ll never ever forget this!”-moments…. go to Oia with some good buddies and breathe it in. Magical.

Have you ever been to Santorini? Did it live up to your expectations? 

Xx Christine 

The love letter I never wanted to write

This week’s love letter is longer than usual and was very difficult to write. It is dedicated to two of the most special people in my life, and I hope they can hear me reading these words to them since they’re not here to read it themselves.  


We are more than half way through the year, and it has been a wild ride so far. So much has happened. I’ve grown so much. I’ve been letting you in on all the wonderful and positive changes that have happened in my life this year. But I never told you why I chose to make them.

Over a six-month period last year I  was a sponge for information about wellness. By ‘wellness’, I mean diet and nutrition. I mean yoga and active living. I mean spirituality and meditation. I mean building confidence and busting through fears. I mean self-love and gratitude.  I read piles and piles of personal development books, I scrolled through blogs and newsletters daily, I spent hours watching health-related documentaries.

I did all this rather secretly and never declared an intention to really do anything drastic or noticeable. However, seeds were planted. Ideas were born. I learnt the how’s and the why’s – and for some reason I seemed to be waiting for some reason to just do it, then!

That reason came around Easter. I lost someone who I couldn’t imagine living without. I saw him disappearing from us over a period of time, his once so great mind being taken away by dementia. I saw him struggling to keep up with life, to keep up with us. He so wanted to be there, to talk, to interact. I saw his eyes alight with love when he looked at me even though he didn’t necessarily process what I was saying to him.

Then I saw him lifeless in a hospital bed and my heart broke in a million pieces.


Photo: Lars Berg

My grandfather on my mother’s side was the kindest and smartest man I knew. I grew up next door to him and sometimes it feels like I spent half of my childhood sitting in his lap. He showed up to everything. He never missed one of my soccer games and many years after I quit soccer he still cheered on my old team and let me know how they were doing. He was ever-present in his grandchildren’s lives and God, how he loved telling stories about us… I just always knew that I was so loved and adored by my grandfather, and thinking about how I was going to go on without that love was more than I could bear.

So I decided that I wanted to find that love within myself. I got down to business and made the choice then and there that I now was the time to let all those seeds sprout. My grandfather’s death was a pivotal moment in my life. I believe so passionately that it is our God-intended right to be loved; it is our birthright. And you must, must, must first love yourself. I was so scared of feeling lack of love when he died that I went on a hell-bent mission to learn how to love myself through and through.

That was when I began my 30 Days of Homemade’ challenge‘, which led me to become a vegetarian. That was when I stopped playing around with journaling every now and then and started writing gratitude lists in my journal every single night. I started getting up half an hour earlier so I could meditate in the mornings and connect with myself. I stopped doing things that didn’t nourish me, didn’t serve me, and made a vow to myself that I would stop playing small in life and instead always follow my intuition. I vowed to practice my self-love muscle every single day and to do more of what makes me awesome. I started this blog to celebrate all the things I relate to joy and happiness. I decided to invest in myself.

Four months have passed and amazing things have happened. I’ve never felt better, physically and mentally, and I am in a completely different place than I was when he died (quite literally). I just wrote a post a few days ago about how much I loved settling into my new home and how grateful I was for my lifestyle changes that have enabled me to feel so great.

And then the sky fell down on me once again.

My grandmother on my father’s side suddenly passed away this week.

I know that there are as many different relationships to grandparents as there are people in the world. Some are like distant relatives you see once or twice a year; others are like an extra set of parents. My relations to my grandparents fall in the latter category. Both my grandfather and my grandmother have been such a huge part of my life, right up until they died, and they played a major role in me becoming the person I am. I feel lucky that I could talk to them about anything. Boys, school, family, friendships, dreams and hopes, life and death… no subject was too small or too big.

My grandmother took care of me countless times when I was sick as a child. She was the one my parents called when they were at a loss for what to do to help their asthmatic, colicky baby girl. I tried to take care of her too when she was sick, but I’m not like her – I don’t know what to do to make it better when someone is sick. I don’t have those skills. All I could do was talk to her and be there and listen. But when she let go this week I wasn’t there. I was 9 time zones away in a movie theater thinking about how Johnny Depp needs to find other ways to entertain us than his Jack Sparrow-routine.

I pray she wasn’t lonely and wishing I was there.

Meg og farmor

Given the candid nature of this post, I’ll be real honest with you and tell you that through my experiences with loss this year, I’ve been brutally confronted with one of my greatest fears. It is that the people I love don’t know how much I love them. That they don’t feel it from me. That I don’t show them enough. That they’d ever doubt it.

I think of my grandfather alone in an elderly health care facility, confused and scared because he doesn’t know where he is and doesn’t understand why he can’t go home to his wife. And I wonder if somewhere deep down in his heart he still knew how I loved  and adored him infinitely even though he maybe didn’t know what month or year it was.

I think of my grandmother who spent the past 17 years as a widow and often talked to me about how she felt lonely and in need of company. It wasn’t possible for me to be there in person as often as she probably would have liked, given the fact that I’ve spent most of the past few years traveling and living abroad. I wonder if I managed to show her all the love I have for her and if she always knew how important she was to me.

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This is why I write love letters. This is why I nag on you to do more of what makes you happy. This is why I stress the importance of self-love and nourishment in all areas of life.

Because I grew up this year, twice.

Because I learned that your life is your message to the world, so you better make sure it’s inspiring. This is not a rehearsal.

Because I think about how unconditionally loved I felt by my grandparents, and I want to do everything I can to spread more of that kind of love – firstly, by trying to encourage you to love and accept yourself completely.

My darling bestefar and farmor….  I never told you this, but when I was 19 I got my first tattoo.

It was something I had been thinking about for a long time, and it was a tribute to you – or rather, something to relieve the fear I had of losing you even back then. It is the last line of Edith Piaf’s L’Hymne a l’Amour.

Dieu réunit ceux qui s’aiment

God reunites those who love each other.

I’ll see you soon.

Xx Christine 

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