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  • Copenhagen warm welcome with wine from Chile.
    The lovely little house was full with owls.
    From the bedroom window we could see the kindergarden across the street with jumping little children dressed in colorful monkey suits resembling the owls, both little creatures with big eyes.
    The next day we brought fresh tuna for a homemade dinner. A few blocks ahead some potatoes, fresh coriander and another bottle of Undurraga.
    Along the frozen lake was the way back home.
    It was not skating in Central Park. It's not the Swan Lake.
    But even so, we slide with the lightness of those with flat feet.
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