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.