...why I love what I do and where I work.
As I was approaching one of the traffic lights on my way into work this morning, I felt the corners of my lips curl up and soon realized there was a goofy smile plastered across my face. There stopped at the light was a man who looked like he had just crawled out of the forest after having been in a battle with mother nature. His green sweatpants with cinching at the ankle were ridding up over his calves exposing his thick wool sock and heavy hiking boot. His scraggly blond hair was peaking out from under his hand-knit wool cap, which had clearly been stitched and re-stitched with various colors of yarn. One hand gripped the handlebar while the other clutched a wild and untamed branch; another sprouted from his half zipped backpack.
I laughed a little and thought this crazy man must be heading to Christiania. But then, no sooner than that thought left my mind I realized- wait a minute I know this guy! It was Tomas from the noma test kitchen. I biked up next to him and offered my basket for his gnarly branches. He kindly declined- he well balanced and on a roll, there was no stopping this mad man.
