KØGE: The fields and public playgrounds of peaceful Bjæverskov

Hejsan! Maerose here. Can’t believe I’ve been living in Europe for more than 3 years now! How time flies so fast… I have had lots of good and not-so-good experiences, but all of them have helped to mold me to who I am right now. I remember the first day I sat foot on this continent. It was April, early spring. I was wearing purple long sleeves with a white knitted jacket my sister gave me as a graduation gift, and faded jeans. It was starting to get warm for the locals, but for me, I felt like all the warmth in my body was squeezed out!

I stayed with a lovely Danish family for 8 months in the countryside, in the rural town of Bjæverskov. (Skov is Danish for  forest). It lies about 10 kilometers from the city of Køge, and around 50 kms from Copenhagen. The house was surrounded by fields, and the bus station and supermarkets were around 2 kms away. The neighborhood was fine. It was the first time I got exposed to Danish culture, most of which were quite shocking to a 23-year old fresh from the Philippines. I saw young children cursing, shouting and answering back to their parents and the elderly, of rude teenagers smoking after getting wasted, of love affairs amongst neighbors leading to divorce and children who were schoolmates getting affected, of how the house across the street was not really your “neighbor”.. It just makes me smile now thinking how I was so naive then. 🙂

But I learned many things living in Bjæverskov as well, good things about the Danes, the Danish government, and myself as someone who was trying to integrate herself in a foreign society. It was a long process, and up to now, I’m still learning. Thanks to Bjæverskov for giving me a headstart.

Here are some photos I’ve taken in Bjæverskov, which served as my first home in Denmark. The smell of the fields and the pine trees are kept within my memory, and I still recall the streets and the playgrounds! Oh, I miss those public playgrounds scattered all over the town! :’-)

I thought I lost my scarf forever, but someone found it and tied it to a lightpost. :)
I thought I lost my scarf forever, but someone found it and tied it to a lightpost. 🙂
The road going to the supermarket. It wasn't my favorite, as brown snails roam around and dogs startles you from time to time.
The road going to the supermarket. It wasn’t my favorite, as brown snails roam around and dogs startle you from time to time.
The road to the supermarket in autumn
The road to the supermarket in autumn
Jogging one fine morning
Jogged here one fine morning
Jogged here one fine morning
Jogged here one fine morning
Early morning on my way to school
Early morning on my way to school
The factory in front of the bus station
The factory in front of the bus station
The Danish post box
The Danish post box
That familiar band of trees
That familiar band of trees
That familiar band of trees
That familiar band of trees
Simba formed by the clouds
Simba formed by the clouds
A foggy morning
A foggy morning

And here come the playgrounds..

My sister trying out the zipline
My sister trying out the zipline
The giant swing
The giant swing
My sister on the obstacles
My sister on the obstacles
Wee.. my favorite escape
Wee.. my favorite escape
Loved it on top
Loved it on top
My room <3
My room ❤

It would probably be very nostalgic to go back and visit Bjæverskov. I even believed my host dad when he said there were wolves in the forest nearby. haha It’s nice, peaceful and quiet, to live in the countryside, but I prefer the city. Well, hej hej (goodbye) and thank you, Bjæverskov and the fields and the playgrounds and the good memories. Off to new chapters in my life. 🙂

Me in Bjæverskov
Me in Bjæverskov
The road going home and the Danish flag
The road going home and the Danish flag
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