When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
There was once a crazy theory propounded by some linguists that Polynesian languages were rich in vowels so that their speakers could ventilate their mouths in the hot tropical environment. Conversely, people speaking Slavic languages lived in cold areas, hence the stay warm they made minimum use of vowels.
You'd therefore expect Danish to be in the cold language set, no vowels at all. So what would explain this?
"a æ å æ ø å æ å"
which translates roughly as "I am on the island on the river".
This is from a Danish dialect in south west Jutland.