When I first heard Danish, I was bewitched. It didn’t matter whether I was listening to a conversation at the 7-Eleven, among colleagues at work or while waiting at the doctor’s office. The surround sound of low mumbles and soft purrs was intoxicating.
In my native California, only intimates speak to each other that way. Who wouldn’t want to learn? To me, Danish is a language of love.
But becoming proficient in Danish is like running a marathon while dodging people standing in the way. Learn why here (in Danish).