Photos of my Denmark trip

Grasses in Skagen, the northernmost portion of Denmark.
This is the school forest at Vangeboskole, which is just as magical now as it was when I was 7 years old.
The famous scuplture based on HC Andersen’s fairy tale, The Little Mermaid, sits on Langelinie in Copenhagen.
A typical Danish mailbox
The little village where HC Andersen was born in Odense, on the island of Fyn. His original house is now a museum and the rest is a real village where people still live today. It’s a real-life fairy tale!
Guards are Amalieborg Slot, the home of Denmark’s royalty.
A street on the island of Aeroe, a tiny island in Denmark. This part of town has been preserved to maintain its original appearance from 1680. People really live here, and it’s a little fairy tale town. It’s an absolutely lovely place to visit.
Egeskov Slot, a castle that is privately owned by a family who has owned it since the 1600’s. People live there, and it is passed down each generation.  Its grounds are magnificent.
Lavender grows abundantly in Denmark, thanks to its mild climate. The scent is incredible, and bumble bees cover the shrubs from morning till night. This shrub sat just outside of our B&B in Aeroe.
Fish soup, made with the day’s catch. Restaurants and fisheries are abundant in harbor towns, and the fish is absolutely fresh and delicious.


More to follow….

I went to Denmark!

I arrived home yesterday evening in Minnesota time, which is in the middle of the night Denmark time.  Seeing the sweet faces of my girls and husband was better than all of my wonderful experiences combined.  There truly is no place like home.

I have had a wonderful 12 days.  There has been a lot of travel from place to place and lots of visiting and exploring, and I can easily say that my curiosity is satisfied, at least for now.  I have met family that I haven’t seen since I was a little kid; I have met family I never knew I had.  I’ve met my cousins’ children and I’ve seen my grandparents’ grave.  I’ve seen where I grew up and where my dad grew up. I’ve seen where I come from and where a part of me belongs, and it feels good.  It makes me feel grounded and at peace.

I spoke and listened to Danish for 12 days, and it was a good exercise.  I caught on quickly and learned that your native tongue does not disappear, even if it becomes rusty with time.  I haven’t spoken much Danish in probably 20 years, but it’s still in there somewhere.

I intend to return to Denmark, but next time with my own family.  I intend to return to Finland, too, where the other half of my extended family lives. It’s important to connect with our roots from time to time. It’s good to be reminded of who we are and where we come from.

Pictures to follow.