Danish Christmas, travel, language


Twenty years ago, when I was a student (from the USA) at Someroille College, Oxford, a Danish student at Someroille invited me to her home for Christmas. My father had visited Denmark when he was fifteen, and the next year was a host to a Danish student at his home in Portland, Maine. I'd grown up with stories about his trip and his Danish guest, and I gladly accepted this invitation. Recently, my fifteen year old daugh- r ter spent a school year in Denmark. She lived with a family and studied at a Danish-speaking school, although she spoke almost no Danish when she arrived there. As Christmas approached, I wrote her this letter about my Danish Christmas. The letter makes clear that her year in Denmark was the result of my trip two decades before.