Florida or Bust
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Now that I'm recovering from a frenzy of eating and being thankful, I figured that I should sit down and write an update about Matt and me. The past month or two has been a crazy whirlwind of driving from family to family to condo to weddings. All the time, Matt has been working on his job hunt. As some of you already know, Matt has recently decided to take a job with a wind energy consulting company out of his hometown, Jacksonville, Florida. Honestly, Jacksonville was never really on our list of possible cities. After living in such a great place like Copenhagen, we really wanted a place where we could continue our lifestyle of biking and walking around town, etc. After much consideration, we decided that it might not be that bad of a place after all. The office is pretty convenient to the beaches area, so our first choice is to live there (Neptune, Atlantic, or Jax Beach). Because the Intracoastal Waterway (the "Ditch") geographically bounds the beach communities to the west, development is forced to stay central, and the dreaded S word, sprawl, is not possible. There are also a couple of old neighborhoods near downtown that we like well enough. They are not as convenient for Matt to get to work, so they are lower on our list. Not to mention that convincing people to visit us at the ocean is pretty easy.



We will be driving down there with a carload of essentials on Sunday. We're blessed to be able to stay with Matt's parents until we find a place. Once we're there, I'll also start my job hunt. There are already a couple of architecture firms on my radar. Hopefully they are doing well and could use an experienced hand. It's been a stress-filled adventure, but there is a small twinkle of light at the end of the tunnel. We'll definitely keep you posted.

Family and Weddings and Zombies, Oh My
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Braves Game with the Nippers


Icecream Making with Some of the Extended Family




Matt and Cyndi at Disneyworld



There's been a lot of stuff going on since Matt returned home at the end of September. We were on a whirlwind tour of seeing family and attending weddings. The first wedding was for Matt's cousin in Florida. It was October and in the nineties (Fahrenheit). Despite the heat, the outdoor ceremony turned out very lovely. We were all happy to go inside for the reception though.

The second wedding was for my brother in Austin, Texas. We road-tripped there with my mom and dad. Ben and Annelies had decided to only have her sister and me as attendants, so I unofficially called myself the "best sister". Fulfilling my duties, I did my best to plan a coed bachelor party. We met for Ethiopian food, and I started to reveal the "Choose Your Own Adventure" theme for the evening. We loved those books as children. Throughout dinner, Ben had to read a short paragraph and make a decision. Each decision had him do something silly. When we finished dinner well before the next part of the evening was to happen, Ben really did choose his own adventure. He suggested visiting an arcade nearby to kill some time. After he thoroughly schooled the rest of us at video games, we headed over to Annelies's sister's house to join the bride's group for karaoke and fun for the rest of the evening.

At the Arcade








The next day brought gluttonous delight. Ani's dad hosted a trip down to Lockhart, Texas for amazing barbeque. I loved the process of eating at this restaurant. At the head of the meat line, we ordered small amounts of several of the meats. They placed it all on brown craft paper which was then shaped into a boat to be carried easily. Then we went on to the sides line. Matt and I tried the sauerkraut, German potato salad, and baked beans. Yum. In the quick break that we had before I had to get to the rehearsal, Matt, another friend Mike, and I attended one of the many Oktoberfests going on that weekend. Our purpose was to see one of the founding members of the Asylum Street Spankers (awesome ~10 member band that plays everything from gospel to folk to blues to gansta rap). We had just enough time to watch Guy Forsyth and his tuba accompaniment put on a quality show before heading back for the rehearsal. The rehearsal dinner was at a Tex Mex place just beside our hotel. It was refreshing to get to actually walk somewhere (one of the things we miss about Denmark). Everyone seemed to have a nice time. Mom and Dad had a lot of fun playing host. They got to stand up and tell about how proud they are of Ben. If I recall correctly, Mom even sang a little!

Guy Forsyth at Oktoberfest


The next morning, we all gathered at the Barr Mansion for the actual wedding. The ceremony was out on the old house's lawn. Despite the Texas squawk birds and plane that flew overhead, the ceremony was beautiful. Our aunt (the honorable) Kathy performed part of the ceremony. She threw in some of the old family wit. After the ceremony, everyone was talking about the butterfly that had landed on Ani's floral hairpiece during the vows. It was just too perfect. The reception was held beside the ceremony site in a barn that had been moved to the grounds and renovated very nicely. Following the wedding's vegetable theme and the couples' vegetarian diet, we munched on a selection of meatless brunch items. When asked about the food, my dad's best friend Ken exclaimed, "I don't know what I'm eating, but it's good!". Matt particularly enjoyed the yogurt martini bar. He was very pleased that he skipped the hotel breakfast bar's yogurt cup earlier. We broke out the pétanque/bocce set and had a little fun with the flower boy. We let him throw out the cochonnet for several rounds. Before the cake cutting, we did our toasts. I had thought of mine long ago. It involved mom and me setting high expectations for a woman to meet. Mom even got to heckle in a request for grandchildren. The couple left after being pelted with fist-fulls of lavendar. The car should smell good for a while.

Check out some more of the pictures from the wedding at Mary Sledd's photography blog.
I love the veggie bouquets and decorations!



The last event of the wedding weekend was a trip to downtown's Sixth Street to see a Ghostbusters quote-along at the Alamo Drafthouse. We parked right by the intersection where a zombie parade was turning on to Sixth. Our friend Jessie was both extremely fascinated and terrified at the same time. She and Matt both got "attacked" by one of the zombies. They had red smears on the their cheeks for the rest of the evening, but at least they didn't have their brains eaten. The quote-along was a lot of fun. The Alamo often holds fun non-blockbuster movie events. Before the movie, they handed out green slime jello shots and glow necklaces that we were instructed to wave in the air each time the Ghostbusters used their proton packs. The theaters are designed for eating dinner during the show. Each row has a shelf of table running in front of it. There are menu holders and dim light for reading beneath each shelf. The waiters have an aisle behind each row for them to deliver food and pick up orders that guests write on little slips of paper. It's a much better system than any of the other film & food theaters I've visited. We laughed and ate and said goodbye to the friends we had made over the weekend. It was time to make the rainy drive back to Georgia.

Mackintosh Dishes
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Since we were leaving for a year in Denmark right after our wedding, many of our loved ones gave us the wonderful gift of monetary love. Some of the money was allocated to making our apartment in Copenhagen feel like home. Another portion was intended for our china. As I've explained on here before, I'm sure, when Matt and I were first dating, we took a trip to Glasgow to see the work of my favorite architect, Charles Rennie Mackintosh. One of my previous posts tells of our recent follow up trip to Edinburgh and the industrial Scottish town full of architectural gems. A main reason for the trip was to purchase the Mackintosh inspired dishes that we vaguely remembered from that earlier trip. The store where we found them was actually in Edinburgh. The set is technically a breakfast set that includes a salad sized plate, a bowl perfect for soup, a coffee mug, and an egg cup. We talked to the shopkeeper about ordering them later and headed on to Glasgow where we had no luck in finding anything nearly as nice. So after our trip, I contacted the store and asked them to ship to Georgia eight sets in blue. I hardly had time to blink before a giant box was sitting on my parents' front porch. They're beautiful. Now I just need to find eight simple dinner plates to coordinate. I'm thinking of a white dish with a simple silver edge. Thank you to everyone who contributed. You are welcome to come eat off of them anytime. Just be ready to eat a soft boiled egg!



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Peas Please
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In my last post, I talked a little about the dinner that some fabulous family members prepared for my first night back in the states.  One of the dishes that I had requested for that meal was crowder peas.  These are not just any crowder peas either.  They are my grandma's family's heirloom crowder peas.  For many many summers, they have been planted and enjoyed by our family.  The memory of sitting with my grandma shelling these peas lingers with me warmly and makes her speckled bowls that we used very precious to me.  Aside from my emotional attachment to the peas, they taste fantastic.  You just can't buy anything in the store that compares.  This year's crop has been lovingly tended by my dad's cousin.  He found out that I wanted some peas and said that he'd let me know when they were ready.  The call came when dad and I were having dinner out after running errands one evening.  Danny was calling from his field, basket in hand.  We skipped dessert and headed over to accept his wonderful gift. 

Shelling Peas With My New Speckled Bowl



The rest of the night was devoted to shelling peas.  I broke in the speckled bowls that grandma had bought before she died.  She intended for them to someday be a wedding present for me.  I learned about the set long before Matt entered my life, but I insisted that they be stored until they could be properly presented to me and my future husband, wrapped with a tag that read "From Grandma".  It took Mom, Dad, and me a couple of hours to get them shelled.  Dad and I were trash talking a little, so we had to weigh them to find out who'd shelled the most.  Dad came out ahead (barely), but I noticed that he'd thrown in anything and everything.  I had tried to weed out the bad peas as I went.  His win was tainted...

Our newest family member had to get in on the action too.  Liza Jane (our three month old pug/piranha) had fun emptying the trash bags all over the floor and playing with the empty shells.  She was looking for stray peas as well.  As I sorted Dad's peas later, she loitered around my feet waiting for me to drop her the bad ones. 

A Very Happy Pea-Hunting Dog






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Coming Home
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As many of you already know, I have returned home earlier than initially planned.  My aunt Kaye, who I loved dearly, passed away at the end of August.  She had been battling pancreatic cancer for a little over a year.  When I got the call from my parents to change my plans, we hoped that I would make it home to see her, but we were not so fortunate.  In the midst of this great sadness, my family and I have also found joy.  Kaye was a special lady who loved and was loved by many.  Because of our faith, we know that death is not the end, and we can be comforted by the thought of her up in heaven eating Grandma's biscuits. 

The past couple of weeks have been worthy of a post, so I will try to report on some of the highlights.  I'll start with my leaving Denmark.  Matt had to stay to defend his master's thesis (he did a great job, by the way) and compete with his school's team in a wind car race.  On the night before my trip home, my friend Nina helped to coordinate a dinner with friends from church.  We had many countries represented:  US, Denmark, Holland, Brazil, Slovakia, Ukraine, South Africa, England, and Iran.  We met at a sports bar that serves some traditional Danish dishes.  I finished my survey of Danish cuisine in the same way that I started it back when I visited Matt the first time.  I had stegt flæsk, a fried bacon dish with potatoes and parsley sauce.  They gave me enough food to feed a family.  It was really nice having a special send off from my fabulous friends.  I even got a present, handblown glass tea light holders from Nina's Danish island, Bornholm.  With the state of my luggage, I knew I would have to be creative in finding a place to squeeze them in.  For the first time ever, I pulled the trick where you sit on your luggage to get it to zip. 

Nina & Jeroen


Matt & Jan


Cyndi, Matt, Jan, Artur, Thys, Nina, & Jeroen (Cecilia, Gustavo, & Shima left before I took photos)


The next day, Matt brought me to the airport.  It was sad to say goodbye, but we have some experience being in different countries, and Skype is wonderful.  At check-in, I had to pay for extra bags, but at least nothing was overweight.  I'd love to say that once I was on my way, everything was a breeze, but of course, I cannot.  As we were speeding along the runway about to lift off, they put on the brakes and taxied back toward the buildings.  The problem was a simple faulty door sensor, but once the repair was made, they had a mountain of paperwork to fill out about the incident.  We were originally set to land in Atlanta an hour early, but we got there two hours late.  All was well when I popped out of the escalator in Atlanta to find my immediate family and a couple of my best Atlanta friends waiting for me.  After many hugs and exclamations about how much luggage I had, we headed toward my parents' home near Dalton, Georgia.  When we arrived at the house, we were greeted by some extended family who had brought over a feast of Southern favorites (mine, at least!).  We had dressing, fried okra, crowder peas, coconut cake, and much more.  It was a great way to be welcomed home.  Family (and food) is so important when a death occurs. 

Welcome Home Dinner - Dad, Abbey, Jeff, Ben, Mary, & April (Where'd Mom & Evan go?  Legos?)


A Plate Full of Southern Food....YUM!


The following two days were filled by funeral events.  "Visitation" is the name of the event that happens the night before the actual funeral.  It is a time when the community can stop in at the funeral home to say goodbye to the deceased and show their support for the family.  In my hometown, visitations often attract hundreds of people.  I feel like I saw and hugged half the population of our county that night.  The funeral had a smaller attendance and was held at Kaye's church.  We chose to have a time of fellowship immediately afterward.  This gave time for the grave to be filled and covered with flowers before the family went to the cemetery.  We had a small break before people descended upon our home.  The Varnell Community Club (formerly Ruritan) decided to bring dinner to our house in place of their regular meeting.  The house was full of friends and family, just the way I like it.

April & Cyndi Showing Off the Freshly Organized Closet (too bad there's not a before; just trust me...)


Since the funeral, we have been working on getting things settled.  I have been working hard on getting the house in order with my mom and cousin April.  It has been in our family since the 1800's.  We started by donating any of the food that we could.  The rest has been a mix of cleaning, organizing, and treasure hunting.  April and I came across a small box of old family photos on Friday.  We couldn't wait to find out who everyone was.  It didn't take too long either.  That night, we sat down with her mom (my great aunt Mary) and the photos.  I cannot end my ramblings without telling about earlier that evening though.  April's daughter, Abbey, is in seventh grade, but she was asked to join her future highschool's marching band.  It's a little confusing because the high school is brand new and only has ninth and tenth grades at the moment.  The band is performing at the junior varsity football games this year since there is no varsity team.  One such game happened on Friday night, and I was excited to attend.  We had a great time.  The band had fun and entertained the crowd nicely.  I had a little trouble at first cheering against the other team because their uniforms were white and gold, but I got it right after a couple of plays, and North Murray won their game.  Go Mountaineers!  Go Abbey!  Go Abbey's beautifully french braided hair!

April & Mary Looking Through the Latest Treasure (Old Family Photos)


North Murray Junior Varsity Game (No one came to watch the other team)


NMHS Band Playing a Bon Jovi Halftime Show


I Miss High School Marching Band...


Abbey, The Players Prayer Huddle, & The Final Scoreboard (34-6!)



A Wee Trip to Scotland in 2009
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This trip had been in the works for over a year.  Before our wedding, we encouraged people to give money rather than physical gifts.  We knew that we would not be able to take much to Denmark, and we would need to make some purchases once there.  One special purchase was a set of beautiful dishes inspired by the work of my favorite architect, Charles Rennie Mackintosh.  He worked in and near Glasgow, Scotland around the turn of the 20th century.  Beyond basic architectural design, he (with help from his wife Margaret) also designed much of the furniture, art, wallpaper, and other items in his buildings.  Several years ago, we saw the above mentioned dishes while on a trip to Glasgow, and they stuck in my memory.  Some of the money given by friends and family was set aside specially to get these wonderful items. 

Street in Edinburgh


Edinburgh Street with Castle Beyond


Both Matt and I have been to Scotland before.  We visited Glasgow together and Edinburgh separately.  So for this trip, we decided to see both cities as well as a bit of the countryside.  Our flight to Edinburgh was on Sunday, August 23 with a return on Friday, August 28.  The small airline we used only flies twice a week (Sun. & Fri.) between Copenhagen and Edinbugh, so I joked with Matt that if he acted up, I would take the next flight back to Denmark.  Once arriving in the center of Edinburgh, we walked the surprisingly long distance to our bed and breakfast to settle in and rest up for a busy week.  The month of August is festival time in Edinburgh, so hotels in the very center are rare and expensive.  We found a reasonable place that had a very friendly owner and nice breakfast. 

Piano Cycle in Edinburgh


Our first day was spent entirely in the city center.  After breakfast, we rushed over to the Fringe Festival Box Office.  The Fringe is one of seven or so festivals happening simultaneously around town during August.  Each festival is kind of interwoven with the others.  At any time of day, there are probably 50-100 different shows occurring (comedy, plays, musical acts, etc.).  We purchased tickets for that evening to see a comedy show featuring Kristen Schaal (the fan, Mel, from Flight of the Concords).  Our next activity was a two and a half hour walking tour of the Royal Mile (High Street, stretching from the medieval Edinburgh Castle to Holyrood House, where the Queen stays occasionally).  The volunteer tour guide was a retired local who loves his city and its history.  The tours are offered for free during August, so it seemed crazy not to go.  We grabbed a fried lunch after the tour and headed to one of the many "free" comedy shows.  I say "free" because the performers stand at the exit with a bucket and starving looks on their faces as the audience leaves.  We found the free shows to be entertaining, but they were definitely not at the level of quality achieved by the shows with an entrance fee.  The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering the Royal Mile.  The city was full of people, and the Royal Mile was partially closed to cars allowing for many outdoor performance areas.  After a decent mussel dinner, we claimed a place in line for Double Down Hearts (Kristen Schaal).  It was very funny.  Kristen has amazing energy. 

I just want to pay a compliment to the organizers of the Fringe.  The program is overwhelming due to the outrageous number of shows, but they have devised ways to make it easier on visitors.  Each day, they publish a newspaper with the listings arranged by time, and a very clear map showing the venue locations.  Each venue displays a large sign with their venue number.  It makes planning and finding shows easy. 

Our second full day started with a train ride to Stirling Castle.  The castle is one of Scotland's most important fortifications.  The existing buildings are from the 15th and 16th centuries.  After the royals left, the military moved in.  They were in residence until the 1960s.  Big efforts are still being made to restore the buildings to their original condition.  We ended our visit with a presentation by the weavers in the tapestry studio.  They, along with a studio at the West Sussex College, are working steadily to recreate the castle's famous Hunt of the Unicorn tapestries.  Matt was even fascinated by the techniques and beautiful end product.  During our return to Edinburgh, we made a stop in a small town, Falkirk.  My former coworker, who is Scottish and shares our love of nerdy things, introduced me a couple of years ago to the Falkirk Wheel.  When Scotland decided to reconstruct the canals that ran between Edinburgh and Glasgow, they came up with a great idea to avoid a series of traditional locks.  Boats approach the wheel from either side and park in a giant tub of water.  Once everything is closed, the wheel turns, bringing the ships up or down like a ferris wheel.  We were too late to ride the tour boat, but we did get to watch it make a full revolution.  Once back in town, we went to quite possibly the tiniest pub in Scotland to see a local Scottish-American folk singer, David Ferrard.  He has a beautiful voice and a kindness that just radiates from him.  We were a small international group in a small basement room, and we all got to sing along on several songs.  The night ended with Indian food and another free comedy show.

Cyndi & Matt at the Falkirk Wheel


Wednesday was our travel day.  We brought our bags into town and caught a few more shows before our train.  One was a play called Antione and the Paper Airplane.  It was a mix of pantomime, puppets, and interesting sound effects that told the story of the hallucinations of a downed pilot in the dessert.  Our other show was a comedy lineup where the performers were basically there promoting their individual shows.  The emcee was horribly annoying, but some of the actual acts were really funny.  There was a girl who sang funny songs that she had written about love.  The other memorable guy did a bit about the Welsh people, and he then asked where Matt and I were from (the dangers of sitting at the front).  He was able to play off my being from Georgia and went into this quite funny bit comparing the country of Georgia's relationship with Russia to a Matryoshka doll.  By the time that we arrived in Glasgow, we found our B&B there in time to hunt for dinner.  Someday, I'd like to figure out the mystery of dinner in Glasgow.  I can only assume that things are better in the suburbs, but the city center is closed and dead after 6 or 7pm.  We settled on a Mussel restaurant since it was the only non-fastfood/non-gourmet/non-hotel restaurant that we could find.

Cyndi & Matt by Music Room Piano (House for an Art Lover)



House for an Art Lover Music Room



Our last full day, Thursday, was the day devoted to Mackintosh.  We bought passes that gave us entrance to his buildings as well as coverage on the buses and metro.  The first stop was The House For An Art Lover.  Mackintosh submitted drawings for this house in a competition in the early 1900s.  His design was the clear favorite, but since he hadn't met the competition's requirements, he was awarded a different prize.  In the 1980s a man decided to build the house according to the limited drawings developed for the competition.  My favorite part is the music room that houses the piano whose ornamentation I used for all of my wedding graphics.  I asked a couple to take a photo of Matt and me in front of the piano.  I explained its significance, and we had a nice discussion about Mackintosh's buildings.  Our next stop was for lunch.  Mackintosh designed two locations of the Willow Tea Rooms in Glasgow.  We had eaten at both during our previous visit, but we had arrived at the Sauchiehall Street location before they started seating in the famous Salon de Luxe.  We were instead seated in the more masculine mezzanine space.  This time, I wanted to have lunch in the room so special that when it was built, patrons would pay an extra penny for their tea to sit there.  When we saw the hostess, she looked around the mezzanine and said they were full at the moment.  We told her that we were really wanting the other dining room and found out that there was no wait for that room.  They apparently were not bothering to seat people in there unless they insisted.  It was a great experience and nice food.  We then hopped a bus for Queen's Cross Church.  It was not open on our previous visit, but this time, we got to go inside.  Before we left, we were approached by the Mackintosh Society's marketing guru.  We had a long discussion about why the Glasgow School of Art draws more visitors.  I blame the location of the church being away from the walkable center and very little information being available on how to find the correct bus.  The last Mackintosh site for the day was the elusive Daily Record Building.  We had searched for it before, without success.  This time, a lady noticed me wandering around confused in the rain and informed me that the map we had was incorrect.  After much more wandering around with her advice, we finally found the tiny alley that is two small to appear on most maps.  I could tell that it was a Mackintosh building, but it looks nothing like the beautiful rendering that he made showing the design.  Dinner was another round of Indian food.  The restaurant we visited is said to be the first to serve Chicken Tikka Masala.  It was very good, but I was quite sick for a day or two (possibly from eating too much), so I my enjoyment was a little impaired.

Cyndi in the Salon de Luxe (Willow Tea Room)


Matt in the Salon de Luxe (Willow Tea Room)


Daily Record Building (vs. rendering)


Friday morning, our main goal was to get back to Edinburgh for our flight.  By that time, we had made our decision about purchasing dishes.  After all, that WAS the purpose for the trip.  The only place where we had seen any for sale was at a shop in Edinburgh.  They could ship to the states and were willing to work with us through email.  As of yesterday, we have ordered eight gorgeous "breakfast" sets.  Each set includes a salad sized plate, a good size bowl, a mug, and an egg holder.  I figure I can find a simple white dinner plate to coordinate, and if you stay in my home in the future, I might make you eat a boiled egg at breakfast.  If you have any creative alternate uses for egg holders, I'd love to hear them!
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Another Purl of an Evening
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As many of you have heard, I am going back to the states a little earlier than expected.  My aunt is sick, and my family needs me.  This means that I am now faced with the hard task of saying goodbye to the many wonderful friends that I have here.  The first round occurred last night.  It was my turn to host my strikkeklub (knitting club).  Not too long after arriving in Denmark, my friend Sara suggested that I accompany her to a meeting.  I had briefly learned to knit several years ago, but I had forgotten pretty much everything.  That first night, I got a tutorial on the basics and my love of knitting blossomed.  The girls in the club all have engineering/science backgrounds, and we joke that we're the geekiest of all knitting clubs.  It's always fun to see what conversations occur. 

The girls came over last night for what we just realized would be my last meeting.  We usually spend the time socializing and working on our current individual projects.  I had been interested in learning to felt, so for this meeting, I suggested that we all do a small project together that could be completed in a leisurely evening.  I found a nice and simple project on Ravelry, and shared it earlier in the week so everyone could find materials.  We each knitted a fan shaped swatch that we rolled up and sewed to resembled a rose.  The pattern did not have instructions for making a single leaf, so while a couple of the other girls were making a second rose, I came up with a simple leaf design. 

Almost All of the Usual Gang (Sorry Stine)


Busy Knitting


Of course, no strikkeklub meeting is complete without "cake", so before starting the felting process, I brought out my experimental blueberry no-bake cheesecake.  It quickly got the approval of the group.  We have also discussed the need to compile a strikkeklub cookbook to feature all the fun recipes that we try.  Once we had cleaned the plate, I set up a couple bowls of soapy water.  We piled into the kitchen and started aggressively rubbing our little roses.  One of the girls enjoyed the method of throwing the rose over and over against the sink basin.  I found some advantage in using an old toothbrush (can't throw anything away...).  Matt stood at the door to the kitchen eyeing the bowls of soapy water suggesting that we "felt" the dirty cheesecake plates.  In the end, we had a small bouquet of cute little felted roses and the unexplainable satisfaction of having completed a project. 

Sara Wants Some Cake


Showing Off Our Roses - Linda and Sara Thought the Roses also Looked like Nisse (Gnome) Hats


This Time, Everybody is Looking



The girls often will break into Danish in my presence, and I find it fun to listen for words I know and figure out what they are discussing.  At some point during the evening, they started discussing what I figured out to be "Icelandic yarn".  They're so sneaky.  After the short conversation, they presented me with a little going away present, a fancy circular knitting needle and several skeins of Icelandic yarn.  There are two of brown and two of cream.  It should be enough for a pair of mittens and a hat.  I had mentioned that I ought to make something in the Icelandic style to remember my time here in Denmark.  I know it's a little confusing, but Icelandic knitting has been popular in Scandinavia for a long time.  It was a perfect gift.  I'm going to miss them.  Maybe I can convince them to have a knitting retreat wherever we settle.

My Knitted Felted Rose, Up Close

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Nikki's Blanket and Boobs
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I finally got word last night that after a month of being annoyed with the US Postal Service, my package finally arrived at Nikki's door.  She is very happy with the contents.  Here is the story that I wrote weeks ago:

For several months after moving to Denmark, my friend back home, Nikki, had made comments about sending me T-shirts to make her a quilt. The shirts were ones that she had collected over five years of participating in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer.  I never really took her seriously since it would require sending a heavy box full of shirts internationally.  A while back, she asked me how bored I was and said that she was serious about sending them.  I was in fact pretty bored and agreed to the job.  Since Nikki is practically family, she got the "white chocolate and hot sauce" discount.  While I was waiting for the box to arrive, I mentioned the situation to my Danish friend who informed me that she had a sewing machine I could borrow.  Score!  I was prepared to sew it all by hand, but a machine would make it a lot easier. 

The box arrived and a sea of mostly pink exploded into our living room.  Around half of the shirts were ones that Nikki had received from the main organization for completing the 2 day, 39 mile walk.  Others were shirts made specifically for her team, the BBBAD Girls (and Boys).  The team began as five girls whose bra sizes are B, B, B, A, and D.  Each girl wore her cup size proudly on the back of her team shirt.  They got a lot of attention that first year for having such a creative name.  In later years, the team has grown to occasionally include boys such as Nikki's husband and father.  They have participated in walks all over the United States and look forward to walking for many years to come.  In addition to the T-shirts, Nikki sent a banner that her husband's parents had made to cheer them on during the New York City walk last year.  It was very cute and incorporated the "dress shoes and Chuck Taylors" theme that they used in their wedding several months earlier.

The quilt went together pretty fast.  I made templates from cardboard and cut out the printed design on each shirt.  Now comes the really nerdy part (that my knitting club thinks is hilarious).  I drew up the different sizes of rectangles (minus seam allowance) in AutoCAD (the drawing program used by architects).  It allowed me to play with different arrangements and come up with a design that I liked.  Even though I received many T-shirts, and almost all of them were double sided, I would need to fill in blank space with scraps and AutoCAD made that easy to plan.  Once the front and back panels were sewn, I pinned them together with a thick layer of batting.  I decided to go ahead and start the quilting process where the layers are sewn together giving the blanket a texture of many pillows.  Since I had plenty of time on my hands, I decided to take an ambitious route.  It was time to go back to AutoCAD.  I used Google Image to find pictures of people holding banners.  After pasting them in AutoCAD under the design of the quilt, I traced a simplified version to use as a guide for the quilting.  After the man and woman were quilted into the blanket, I filled in blank space with flowers and grass at the bottom and clouds and birds at the top.  By then, I had finally found some fabric to use as binding.  Once it was on, the quilt was complete. 

Screenshot of My Quilt Layout in AutoCAD (a program used by architects and engineers)



Front of the Quilt



Front of the Quilt with the Quilting Highlighted


Back of the Quilt


At the same time I was working on the quilt, I was also keeping up with my knitting.  I had bought some yarn on sale and the quilt inspired my creativity.  After much internet research and soul searching, I decided to use my pink/peach and dark pink yarns to make a small set of boobs that resembles fuzzy dice.  On the back sides, I stitched the words "BBBAD Girls" and "Save Us".  The idea is that Nikki can take them to the walk and hang them on the strap of her waist pouch that holds a water bottle and essentials.  If nothing else, they're good for a laugh.  Since I spent a knitting club making the first one, it has continued to be a source of humor in the group.  One of the girls was pondering what to make as a baby gift a couple of weeks ago.  Someone mentioned a mobile of small knitted things.  This caused me to jerk my head up from my knitting and shout, "Boobs!  Babies love boobs!". 

The Knitted Boobs (Front and Back)


Even though the thought of knitted boobs is funny, breast cancer is serious.  I encourage you to support efforts such as the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer.  If you are interested in supporting the BBBAD Girls or Nikki next year, I can put you in contact.  They are always welcome to new members if you are interested in walking too.  And ladies, please remember to do your monthly self exams and see a doctor if you think anything is unusual.  Early detection saves lives.  Prayer helps too.  Right now, Mary Ruth and Charleen are in my prayers.  Please keep them in your hearts as well.
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Thoughtful Husband
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Matt bought me flours!  Hehe...


On Saturday morning, I sent Matt to the store.  He remembered that I had just run out of both my all purpose flour and bread flour.  As I unpacked the bags, I said, "Oh you bought me flours!", and then I realized the humor in my statement. 
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Stockholm 2009
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It's been a week since Matt and I returned from a long anniversary weekend in Stockholm, and my dad is asking about seeing photos and reading my ramblings.  So here goes.  Our adventure started on Thursday afternoon at 5:30.  We were double checking everything and getting ready to pack for our night train.  We realized that in my frustration during the ticket buying process, I had actually booked us beds on Friday's night train.  In a panic, we both hopped on our bikes and rode like the wind to the closest station, Norreport.  They quickly told me that they (for some ridiculous and unknown reason) could not help us.  They said that only the main train station could make the change, and they would be closing in 15 minutes.  The two stations are pretty close together, but there is not a convenient way between them.  I parked my bike and ran into the ticket office.  I stood behind a guy at a window who looked to be almost finished.  As he thanked the teller, he jumped back to leave and knocked the wind out of me.  In the split second that it took him to apologize and for me to regain air in my lungs, another girl jumped up to the window from another line.  Grrr.  After her, I was able to change the tickets to the correct night, but we lost our beds (while getting 200 kroner back).  They were locking the doors while me made our transaction.  Phew...  That night was pretty uncomfortable.  We both managed to get a little sleep, but it was had in crazy contorted positions. 

Stockholm, the Hilly Part


Once in Stockholm on Friday morning, we slowly made our way to our really cool hotel.  It was well before check-in time, but we could at least drop off our bags.  For a city/country that claims to have a wonderful tradition in baking, it was quite difficult to find a bakery.  After pastries and juice, we hit up the tourist information center for brochures and maps then bought tickets for a boat tour of the city.  Stockholm is a city of islands, so there are lots of commuter boats and touring vessels.  Our tour sent us under many of the bridges and through a couple of locks that mitigate the flow between the sea and Lake Mälaren.  We spent the rest of the day wandering around Gamla Stan.  It is the island that holds the royal palace and the old town (very touristy).  The changing of the guard was really the only notable thing that we saw there.  It was more elaborate than any of the CofG that I'd seen before.  They had a military band who performed a mini tattoo (marching concert).  They even played a piece by John Williams

Changing of the Guard


All I Could Actually See Thanks to the Super Tall Scandinavians



Our second day started out pretty relaxed.  We had breakfast at the hotel and wandered out toward the modern center of town.  Just a few blocks into our walk, we saw a police car and people on a side street ahead of us.  When we got closer, we realized that it was the start of a Carnival parade.  These silly Scandinavians just celebrate Carnival whenever they feel like it.  We stopped on the sidewalk and watched the groups of dancers as they fell into place at the beginning of the route.  Unlike the parade in Copenhagen a couple of months ago, there were no super skimpy costumes and no pregnant women to wear them.  It was an unexpected and nice surprise.  We continued on our walk to a large food market near the shopping district.  We bounced around the different stalls looking for lunch ingredients.  We ended up with a fresh bread, spicy Italian salami, roasted vegetables and lots of fruit.  The fruit guy preferred to talk us into buying more items than give us change. 

Carnival Parade


That afternoon, we took transit out to the palace that currently houses the royal family.  We started our 24 hour Stockholm tourist cards with entry to the palace.  Overall, it was extremely unimpressive.  Only a couple of the rooms on display even had furniture.  We followed up the house with a long stroll around grounds.  On our way back to the bus stop, we met a group of joggers.  There was one girl surrounded by several guys, all wearing running clothes in Swedish colors.  My familiarity with the Swedish royal family only extended to what I had seen on postcards, but I'm pretty sure the girl looked like Victoria, the crown princess.  That night, we decided on Mongolian barbecue for dinner.  We had noticed an unusually high number of the restaurants around town and chose one that we'd seen near out hotel.  It was just what my tummy wanted.  Along with the Mongolian barbecue buffet, they offered a few dim sum and sushi items. 

Drottningholm Palace from the Garden Side



On Sunday, we crossed town after breakfast to visit the city hall.  This is the location of the annual Nobel Prize banquet.  Our tour guide showed us the halls that are used for private parties as well as the city council meeting room.  I enjoyed seeing the ceiling of the meeting room.  It resembles an overturned viking ship.  During the viking era, small meetings were held under the protection of the real things.  The jewels of the non-political half of the building were the Blue Hall that ended up not being blue like originally planned and the Golden Hall that is covered in mosaics depicting Swedish history.  The line was not moving to enter the tower museum after the main building tour, so we opted to change islands and visit the Vasa Museum.  The Vasa was a very elaborate ship completed in 1628.  With much fanfare, the ship set off for Poland that year.  About 25 minutes into its voyage, the boat sank.  Since the water in the Baltic Sea is not salty enough for worms to live that usually eat such wrecks, the ship rested pretty much untouched on the bottom of the harbour until the 1950's.  The museum showcases the recovered and preserved ship.  There are also many exhibits showing the history, the recovery process, and the items found along with the wreckage.  Matt and I hadn't known anything about it before our trip, but we are very glad that we chose the Vasa as a sight worth seeing. 

The Blue Hall, Site of the Nobel Banquet



The Ceiling of the City Council Chambers


The Golden Hall


Vasa


Vasa


Carved Map of Scandinavia


First Anniversary at the Vasa Museum


As our 24 hour free entry pass was drawing to a close, we entered Skansen per Rick Steves's advice.  Skansen is a large open air museum that features old buildings from around Sweden.  There is also a zoo-like area (bears, owls, buffalo, boars, sea lions, kittens?!) and living history events that happen throughout the site.  We stumbled upon a special demonstration of dances from the 19th century on our way to see traditional Swedish dancing.  The dancers in the second show are regular employees of the museum and had perfected their presentation to an entertaining mix of choreography and dramatic flirting.  We visited most of the open buildings and even held interesting conversations with workers about the buildings they were manning and the cultures and eras they were representing.  By the time the clouds rolled in, we were ready to rest our feet and get some dinner.  A restaurant serving mussels near the hotel caught our attention.  With happy tummies, we collected our bags and boarded a night train back toward Denmark.  This time we had beds! 

Skansen Dancers - 19th Century



Skansen Dancers - Traditional Swedish



Skansen Peacock


One last thing...  Before we left on Thursday, we exchanged anniversary presents.  The first year is traditionally paper.  Matt made an origami owl with a promise of the Harry Potter boxed set once we return home.  I made him a paper cut (very Danish) to remember our first year of marriage in Denmark. 

My First Anniversary Present to Matt



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Dishes Delicious - Bulgur Salad
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My Danish friend, Nina, has introduced me to a hearty salad that has quickly found its way into my heart.  She first made it for me when I hosted a girls only chick flick extravaganza while Matt was in the states for a wind conference.  I asked her about it later and added it to the list of dishes commonly being made in our kitchen.  The base of the salad is bulgur.  Bulgur is wheat that has been dried and debranned (skinned).  It is often sold parboiled.  In appearance, it resembles rice when dry, but it is full of fabulous fiber (an essential element that modern diets sorely neglect).  I start the dish by cooking the bulgur the same never-fail way that I do rice:

-1 part grain, 2 parts water
-Bring to a boil
-Simmer on low, covered for 10 minutes
-Turn off heat and let sit, covered for 10 minutes

While the bulgur is cooking, I start chopping.  First up are carrots and onions.  The carrots can benefit from a little softening, and the onions they sell here could make John Wayne cry.  I miss Vidalia onions (and Joni!).  To solve both problems, I cook them in a covered sauté pan with a generous splash of water for just a few minutes.  It's my lazy way of steaming the veggies.  At the end, I throw in some frozen corn and peas so they can thaw a little.  I love sneaking peas into Matt's food...  The next chopping items are a cucumber, a bell pepper (preferably non-green), fresh tomatoes, black olives, and some fresh cilantro.  These ingredients do not require any cooking, so I just add them to a very large container with the bulgur and contents of the sauté pan.  If we're feeling meaty, I chop up a sausage (like kielbasa, solid inside) and brown it with some oil in the sauté pan after the veggies. 

Bulgur Salad


Once all of the mentioned ingredients are in the big container, I add enough oil to give a very light coating (not necessary if I included the oil from the sausage pan) and a splash of vinegar.  I finish it off with some salt and pepper and then mix it all really well.  Matt likes it best freshly made, when it's about room temperature, but it is also great once refrigerated.  I like that we have something so colorful and healthy to eat when the weather is actually warm enough to make chili and shepherd's pie unappealing.  The best thing about the salad is that you can alter it in so many ways and still end up with a great dish.  To make things a little easier, I'll conclude with a list of the ingredients that I use along with some alternatives.  I'm sure there are other things that would be great in the salad that I haven't mentioned.  Feel free to make suggestions.  And don't feel like you have to use every item I have mentioned.  It would work with practically any combination.  If you try this dish, I can almost guarantee that you will soon find it to be the perfect way to clean out your kitchen.

Bulgur Salad
-bulgur (or rice*, couscous)
-carrots
-onions
-corn
-peas
-cucumber
-bell pepper (preferably non-green for sweetness and more color variation**)
-fresh tomatoes
-black olives
-cilantro (or parsley, dill)
-sausage
-oil
-vinegar (any variety will do)
-salt
-pepper

*Some time I may write about the great Italian dish, insalata di riso.  It uses rice and pickled vegetables, yum.

**I'm such a design nerd...
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Summer Music in Copenhagen
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Summer is certainly a good time for music lovers to be in Denmark.  The Roskilde Festival is an internationally known Woodstock-esque event packed with activities, music, and much debauchery.  It is named for its location, Roskilde.  If you've been reading for a while, you might recognize that city as the place where we visited a viking ship museum and the cathedral where the royals are buried.  We had no desire to go back to attend this crazy festival, but mentioning it helps to explain how Copenhagen was deserted by the wild youngsters and left to a more mature set.  As a well planned coincidence, the city hosts the Copenhagen Jazz Festival during the same time.  The festival features shows all around town for two weeks, and we took advantage of a couple of the free (to us) events.

The first was a concert at Tivoli Gardens amusement park that is right in the center of town.  With our season passes, we had free admission.  Unlike the Friday Rock concerts that occur almost every non-Jazz Festival weekend of the summer, we actually chose to get in to the crowd by the stage.  As you can guess, the people were much more mellow.  Mellow, but really excited.  We were all there to see the 80s pop star Rick Astley.  His big hit "Never Gonna Give You Up" made my eight year old heart flutter.  He has had more recent fame through an internet phenomenon referred to as "Rickrolling".  It was basically a hacker joke that misdirected people to a link with his "Never Gonna Give You Up" video.  I guess some people might have gotten real life rickrolled if they showed up at Tivoli expecting a Friday Rocks concert instead.



Matt and I both really enjoyed the concert at Tivoli.  Rick performed with the park's Big Band.  He sang mostly jazz standards that I could name before he even started to sing such as "Strangers in the Night", "Luck Be A Lady Tonight", and "Moon River".  For a pop star, he can definitely pass as a classic crooner.  Of course, he ended the show with his big hit.  Everyone was singing along and dancing in place.  Even Matt almost learned the words to the chorus by the end.  After the song, he said goodnight and sincerely left the stage.  I say "sincerely" because most concerts end with the performers saying a fake goodbye while fully planning to come back out for an encore.  I see it as just a way to get more ego boosting (she says as she steps down off her soapbox).  Then, a very Danish thing happened:  unison clapping.  When a crowd really likes something, they'll clap in unison here.  It's one of the simple things that I like about Denmark.  Once the clapping fell into rhythm, they all came back out on the stage and admitted that they truly did not plan to do an encore, and they hadn't practiced any more songs together.  So what is there to do?  Play the last song again!  Matt looked at me, shrugged, and said, "Give the people what they want...".  It was a little strange, but the energy of the crowd and the awesomeness of the pop song being performed with a very talented big band made it fun.  Oh, and I almost forgot to mention the brassieres.  Many were thrown onto the stage.  Almost all of them were of a very generous size.  I guess that's what happens when pop stars age...  The second picture (yellow/purple) shows the microphone stand that was a resting place for the large undergarments (after a polite acknowledgement and twirl, of course).






Our other Jazz Festival concert was a little tamer even.  We went to a Danish beer garden in Frederiksberg (posh area of town).  If not for the little girls playing behind our chairs, we would have been the youngest people there.  The band was a Danish jazz band with many friends in the audience.  The main singer kept blowing kisses at people he knew as they came or went.  We stayed through most of two sets, but we had to leave at the end out of hunger.  All of the people sitting at actual tables were having dinner there.  We had dinner waiting for us at home, but we were quite taunted by the giant tray of fried pork set down at a table nearby. 

Although not part of the Jazz Festival, we attended a third concert recently.  This one was held in the concert hall at Tivoli.  Once again, our season passes were all we needed.  This was a classical concert with three pieces being performed, and we were definitely the youngest people there.  The group included around seven performers, but they broke into smaller groups for each piece.  At the end, the audience once again fell into unison clapping (but only after what I considered way too much bowing).  So what were they to do but play the last song again?!  Seriously.  It's one thing for a pop star to play a three minute song again, but it's another for a stiff string sextet to repeat an entire movement as an encore.  They WERE good, and that particular movement was probably my favorite of the evening, but still...


Germany-Austria Trip: Phase 5 (Munich)
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Saturday, June 27

We started our final full day together with a lazy breakfast and walk back to Marionplatz where the Glockenspiel lives.  Our goal was to take a walking tour.  They pretty much all leave from the square after the 11am  playing of the bells.  As the music happens, mechanisms spin and depict a wedding with a joust on the upper level and a dance performed by the beer barrel makers after the plague had ended on the lower level.  We joined a free tour after chatting briefly with the guide.  It’s a great concept.  He works solely off of tips, so he’s driven to make the tour interesting and enjoyable.  The company that he represents makes their money off of the other tours that they offer.  The free general tours are like marketing for them.  Our guide was a performer and offered a really great tour. 

Our Free Tour of Munich


The Glockenspiel - The Bavarian knight just bested the Lothringen one.



After the tour, we went to the Viktualienmarkt, a outdoor market with tons of stalls selling meat, veggies, flowers, etc.  We had a snack, and then the Runions decided to take a rest and meet us later for dinner.  We weren’t sure what we wanted to do, but the ominous clouds drove us to the Deutsches Museum.  We really could and should have spent an entire day there, but unfortunately, we only had an hour or so before closing time.  The museum holds a history of tenchology.  There were exhibits of planes, boats, engines, and much more.  We happened into the electricity room just before a really fun demonstration of electrical arcs and simulated lightning.  It was important to watch the other onlookers to know when to cover our ears.

Viktualienmarkt and the Bavarian May Pole


Matt Happily Approaching the
Hofbräuhaus


Dinner was a long anticipated visit to the Hofbräuhaus.  Even though it’s probably the biggest tourist attraction in the city, I thought it was completely worth the visit.  The food and beer that we ordered was really good, and the party atmosphere was a lot of fun.  Matt had a giant pork knuckle that I was kind of sad I didn’t order.  We had a group of Koreans behind us singing silly songs and toasting with anyone in reach.  We followed dinner with a stroll through a corner of the Englischer Garten.  We lucked upon the spot I had read about where the creek creates a wave adequate for surfing.  Since the weather was actually nice, there were plenty of people in wet suits taking turns at the wave.  One guy was so good, he was almost boring to watch.  He needs to work on learning more tricks.  As we left the area, we noticed a sign elaborately warning against swimming or surfing.  It even had an image of a skull to try to convince people of the danger.  This seemed weird because there’s obviously a platform to the side for watching and a ramp to get back in line after wiping out.  It’s like the sign is just there to cover someone’s hiney. 

The Gang Enjoying the Hofbräuhaus


Kathy and John Playing with Coasters at
the Hofbräuhaus


Surfing at the Englischer Garten


Surfing at the Englischer Garten



Sunday, June 28


Matt’s parents and the Runions left to catch their airplane back to the states just after breakfast.  We walked them to the train station and said our sad goodbyes.  It was really nice getting to see them.  Skype is great, but nothing beats a real life hug.  Matt’s plan for the day had been the Deutsches Museum, but we had visited there on the previous day to avoid rain.  So instead, we wandered toward the center of town.  We kept passing people in orange running shirts.  At Marionplatz, we found the start and end for a 20 kilometer run through the city.  We checked out the festivities and watched a little of the oom pa pa band all decked out in lederhosen. 

Oom Pa Pa Band at the Race


Then we decided to go back to the Englischer Garten. We went deeper into the park and had lunch at one of its biergartens.  We shared some chicken and some of the best potatoes I’ve had in a long time.  The biergarten area featured a Chinese pagoda that was stage to another oom pa pa band.  It made for a good eating environment.  So did the little child crawling up and down the path by our table.  There was something about him that resembled Gollum from Lord of the Rings, but his actions made up for it.  Every now and then, he’d lift up on his knees and wave his arms like a circus bear while looking around for an audience.  We explored more of the gardens before heading back to the hotel for our bags.  Backpacks in tow, we squeezed in one last biergarten before our night train back to Copenhagen.  I tried not to cry in my weissbier over the fact that we had to return to the land of blah food.  We ended the meal with a final big as a plate pretzel and rushed to catch our train. 

Englischer Garten
Biergarten with Pagoda Full of Lederhosen-Clad Musicians


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Germany-Austria Trip: Phase 4 (Castles)
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Friday, June 26

Friday was the day that I had been awaiting.  After our filling breakfast, we piled back in the van and headed toward castle heaven.  Everyone goes to the area for Neuschwanstein Castle (the inspiration for Sleeping Beauty's castle at Disneyland), but many people, like us, also add in the adjacent bonus site, Hohenschwangau Castle.  Hohenschwangau is the childhood home of Bavaria’s crazy King Ludwig II.  It is a perfectly beautiful castle.  We took a guided tour and learned much about the king’s early life and his “comes by it honestly” family.  As we exited the first castle the sky fell.  We had such hopes for a beautiful day, but we ended up having to send the men for our rain gear. 

Hohenschwangau Castle



Neuschwanstein Castle


Due to the rain, we decided to take the bus to the second castle.  It got us there a little early for our tour time, but we had plenty of time to snap outside photos of the castle.  Neuschwanstein was one of the many building projects masterminded by King Ludwig II.  It was meant to be a perfect vision of a fantasy castle.  The romantic ideas about medieval life were mixed with late 1800’s conveniences.  Rather than asking for an architect’s design, Ludwig gave the responsibility to a set designer.  Many of the rooms are an homage to the works of Richard Wagner.  The king’s extravagance eventually led to him being declared insane.  The following day, he was found drowned in a lake along with the psychiatrist who certified him insane.  I was surprised that the guides were content not even mentioning any rumors as to what happened.  We were not allowed to take any photos of the interior, but I can say that no expense was spared in the decorations.  The king’s bed alone was an amazing piece.  It features carvings of cathedral towers from every cathedral in Bavaria.  Since Ludwig died before the castle was completed, the tours only show the 14 completed rooms.  I would love to see the ones that were not completed.  The castle’s contemporary, the Biltmore Estate, offers a variety of specialty tours that show places not seen on the regular tour.  Neuschwanstein needs to do something similar.  The castle was opened to the public only weeks after the king’s death to help get the kingdom back some of the money he spent, so they should have had plenty of time to figure something out.

Neuschwanstein Castle Inner Courtyard


Viewing Bridge by Neuschwanstein Castle



Cyndi & Matt by Neuschwanstein


Neuschwanstein Castle


We drove to Munich from the castles and found our final hotel.  Matt and Bill returned the van while the rest of us checked in and got settled.  The difference between this hotel and the previous ones practically slapped me in the face when I opened the curtains and saw dead plants and giant mechanical units.  On the upside, we had decent pillows, air conditioning, and another great breakfast.   When the guys finally returned we went exploring.  The hotel was just outside of the old city center.  We had a recommendation for dinner, but we were distracted by the tables set up in the courtyard of the neo-gothic Neues Rathaus (new town hall).  The tables were managed by the famous Ratskeller (town hall cellar) Restaurant.  I don’t think that the food was the same as is served by the restaurant.  Half of the items on the menu were crossed through.  The food was fine, but not memorable.  The setting, on the other hand, was memorable.  The front of the building is home to the famous Glockenspiel (“play of bells”).  The inner courtyard is just as beautifully ornamented. 

Stair Tower in the Inner Courtyard of the Neues Rathaus



Glockenspiel


Coming Soon:  Phase 5 – Munich with Matt’s parents and the Runions.
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Germany-Austria Trip: Phase 3 (Garmisch)
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Wednesday, June 24

After checking into our hotel in Garmisch, a quaint town in Bavaria, we followed a recommendation to a restaurant with “local flair”.  Trying to avoid cigarette smoke, we chose to eat in the empty dining room rather than the bar area.  Once the guys got a look at the characters in the bar, we regretted our decision a little.  There was a group of locals having a good ole time, and we were sadly unable to observe from our table.  Our food there was very tasty.  I had Hungarian goulash, Matt had what can best be described as a festival of meat, and Gayle Runion continued her personal challenge to eat as much schnitzel as possible.  After our meal, we sang a respectable rendition of “Happy Birthday” in honor of Matt’s dad, Bill’s special day.  Then came John Runion’s bright idea.  He wanted to get us girls to pose for a picture with the rowdy locals in the bar area.  They happily agreed to the photo, and one of the guys got a little fresh with Matt’s mom, Kathy.  She handled it well and appreciated the humor in the situation.  The whole place was watching and launched into an uproar when the event took place.  I don’t think that any of us have laughed that hard in a long time. 

The Gang Taking Photos in Front of a Painted Building in Garmisch


Cyndi & Matt on Bridge by the Hotel



Another Pretty Painted Building


The View of the Mountains from Our Hotel Room


Thursday, June 25

Our hotel in Garmisch was a traditional guesthouse.  Our rooms were not quite as charming as the ones in Salzburg, but they did have great views of the surrounding mountains.  After a nice breakfast, we would get to see one of the mountains up close.  The breakfast was pretty thorough.  It even had deviled eggs, possibly my favorite way to eat eggs.  I’ve always wanted to order eggs in a restaurant and ask for them deviled.  I bet someone somewhere would agree to make them for me.  I got directions, and we headed out to the Zugspitze Railway.  The Zugspitze cog train took us from the center of Garmisch through the surrounding farmland.  We saw a bunch of interesting small log cabin-like barns that had walls that leaned out as they approached the roof as if they were packed full of balloons.  Bill discovered later that they were used for straw.  I’m not sure how the strange shape is advantageous, but I’m sure it helps somehow.  After the farmland, we started our ascent.  The final part of the climb was almost half an hour in a steep tunnel. 

Kathy, Matt, & Gayle in the Snow


View from the Glacier Level



Passing Another Gondola


The cog train let us off at an area of Zugspitze Mountain, the highest in Germany, where a glacier exists.  I’m not sure that I actually saw anything I recognized as a glacier, but there was a lot of snow to enjoy.  I immediately regretted leaving my sun glasses in the room.  We took the path less traveled around the complex letting our feet sink into fresh snow.  Our innkeeper said that there was a meter of fresh snow.  Matt got hit by a snowball after just a few minutes outside.  I have no idea where it came from…  When we got around the building to the upper deck, I couldn’t resist the urge to make a snowman with the white stuff drifted against the side of a glass gazebo restaurant.  He’s small, but he’s feisty. 

Cyndi's Snowman


Cyndi with Her Snowman


From that level, we were able to take a gondola to the summit.  The mountain is on the border of Germany and Austria, so the summit is an intricate building complex with part in Germany and part in Austria.  Although the Austrian side had a fascinatingly scary drop (that kept John and Matt away from the railing), the German side of the complex was more interesting.  They had several terraces, and we were able to have a beer and pretzel at the outdoor café.  We were all surprised at how warm it actually felt at the summit.  I was actually hot in all my layers.  Our descent was much faster than our ascent.  We took a gondola all the way down to the lake, Eibsee, at the base of the mountain.  The blue of the lake from the Gondola was stunning.  From Eibsee, we again met up with the cog train that took us back to Garmisch.  We explored the city some and eventually found a place for dinner serving our requisite local food.  Another day, another schnitzel. 

View down into Nothingness on the Austria Side of the Summit


The Gang Leaving Austria


The View of Eibsee from the Gondola



Coming Soon:  Phase 4 – Castles/Munich with Matt’s parents and the Runions.
*More photos can be found here.




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Germany-Austria Trip: Phase 2 (Salzburg & Eagle's Nest)
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Tuesday, June 23

The second phase of our trip started with an early morning trip down to Munich.  Our first train was late in getting from Clemens’s town to Frankfurt.  That caused us to miss our train to Munich.  With some annoyed panic, we saw it pulling out of the station as we were approaching.  Luckily, another train left only an hour later.  We were supposed to meet Matt’s parents and their friends, the Runions, at the train station well before our new train ever got to Munich.  They were not waiting where I had suggested, so I planted myself while Matt went searching.  Amazingly, on his second loop, he spotted them driving by.  Their plane from England had been quite late, so it all ended up pretty well timed.  We piled into the rental van with the others.  It was definitely a good thing that Matt and I packed very little for the trip.  The van could hold six or seven people without luggage.  As a group, we had enough luggage to make things interesting. 

Salzburg Fountain and Fortress



After a rainy, cramped ride, we eventually made our way to Salzburg, Austria.  We were all in need of food, so we ventured out to a recommended restaurant for Schnitzel.  The classic “wiener-schnitzel” is a large thin piece of veal that is breaded and fried.  It’s often served with potatoes and cranberries.  We tried a few types of schnitzel that night including the gem that Matt ordered, pork with a filling of mushrooms, bacon, onion, and herbs.  Our hotel that night was really charming and unique.  Our room had a foyer and a hallway that lead to a bathroom as big as our bedroom in Copenhagen.  There was a window in the bathroom that opened to the grand stair atrium.

Cyndi in Front of a Cliff House (I'd love to know the story here)


Wednesday, June 24

The next morning, we had breakfast at the hotel and went up to the fortress that looms over the city.  We rode a cable car up the incline and took in the view from the fortress walls before seeking shelter from the rain.  Most of the interesting stuff is fortunately inside.  A guided audio tour taught us about the interior rooms in part of the fortress.  I had worn my hair in double French braids that day (so my hair would fit in my rain jacket hood), and when the person distributing the audio devices asked me if I was Dutch, I humorously attributed it to my choice of hairdo.  The tour was a constant struggle to not catch up with a group of rowdy 12 year olds.  It ended nowhere near the entrance where we’d checked our raingear, so Matt and I entered another exhibit area with the understanding that everyone would meet us there shortly.  It didn’t quite work out that way.  Eventually, we found the Runions and made our way back down to the city.  We strolled around the city trying to see as much as we could on the way back to the hotel.  The cemetery from “The Sound of Music” was right by the cable car exit, and just beyond that was the theater where the Trapp Family Singers performed.  Since Matt’s previous trip to Salzburg, he’s raved about the cheese sausage that he had there.  He insisted on having one for a light lunch before hitting the road again.  I’ll admit that it was pretty good.  The other choices looked really tasty too.  Maybe if we’re ever back in the area…

View from the Salzburg Fortress


On our way back into Germany, we made a stop at Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest.  The mountain top retreat was a present to Adolf Hitler on his 50th birthday from the Nazi party.  The clouds were very thick at the elevation of the parking area.  We had a bit of trouble finding the buses that would take us up the private road due to poor signage and limited visibility.  We were very glad that we were required to take a bus once it started confidently zipping around the narrow, cliff adjacent road.  After the bus, we walked through a long tunnel to an elevator that brought us to the top.  It reminded me of a beach house I worked on that uses a similar entrance tunnel through a large sand dune.  Once at the top, we were a bit disappointed.  The house is now used as a restaurant, and there is practically no reference to the history of the place.  There IS a separate museum near the buses and parking area, but we didn't have time for it.  Matt and I wandered farther than the rest of the group along the ridge and to the start of the trail that can be used to avoid the bus.  In decent weather, the trail down would be one of the nicest hikes I’ve seen.  Unfortunately, it was anything but decent weather.  We returned to the restaurant to grab a quick drink with the others before our trip back down the mountain.

Cyndi & Matt at Hitler's Eagle's Nest



View Along Ridge at Hitler's Eagle's Nest


Matt asking "Where is the View?" at Hitler's Eagle's Nest



Coming Soon:  Phase 3 – Garmisch/Munich with Matt’s parents and the Runions.
*More photos can be found here.


 

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Germany-Austria Trip: Phase 1 (Rhein River Area)
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Saturday, June 20

We arrived in the Rhein River area without any problems.  Our last train was a pleasantly memorable one.  We sat down with an older German couple on vacation.  The train was traveling along the Rhein, and there were many cute towns, vineyards, and castles to ooh and ahh about on either side.  After a while the couple started talking to us.  When we passed a bend in the river that inspired an old German folk song, Loreley, the wife told us the story, and the husband sang it for us.  The wife asked me what I was knitting, and then she pulled her current project: long socks for her husband.  They shared some of their fresh picked cherries with us as our stop quickly approached.  They were simply delightful.

Loreley sits on the rock braiding her hair and causing the ships to crash into the base.



A village on the Rhein with a lot of half-timbered houses


A castle on the Rhein


Matt in front of a crop carving on the Rhein


A castle and village on the Rhein


After our train, we hopped on a boat that was passing back by those beautiful castles on the Rhein.  It took several hours.  We had a good opportunity to see everything at a leisurely pace.  Our destination was Rudesheim, a quaint village with lots of traditional German style.  Matt's friend Clemens (who we were staying with) was supposed to pick us up at a park above the town's vineyards.  We took a gondola that floated over the vines to get to the top.  Since he was running extremely late, I charmed the use of a cell phone to find out when he'd get there.  Apparently, his day was much crazier than ours.  After Clemens picked us up, he brought us to his house and gave us some leftovers before we headed out again to attend a wine festival in a nearby village.  We met a couple friends and tried five different local wines, mostly Reislings.  Matt and I kept our glasses to add to my growing collection. 

A castle on the Rhein



Cyndi and Matt with castle on the Rhein


Rudesheim


Matt in the gondola over the vineyards


 

Sunday, June 21

Saturday was devoted to baseball.  Clemens loves the game and became a huge Red Sox fan when he visited Boston years ago.  He plays in a German league and has more recently become an official umpire.  In the afternoon, he umpired a game near a former American air base.  The home team, the Braves, was pretty much all Americans.  We had to take a break during the game for rain, but eventually, they finished all nine innings.  We followed the game with Americanish food at a restaurant leftover from when the air base was there.  We ate quickly and headed back home to watch the real Braves play the Red Sox thanks to a conveniently scheduled day game and Clemens's MLB.tv membership.

German baseball game


Matt and Clemens at the game - Is that umpire padding or a killer six pack?


Rain delay - The home team was behind and REALLY wanted to finish the game.


Can anyone explain why his pants are two different fabrics?

 

Monday, June 22

We didn’t really have big plans for the day.  Clemens drove us to the nearest decently sized town to buy a SIM card for my cell phone so we could have a means of communication and a map of Bavaria so we could avoid getting lost during phase two of the trip.  He stopped along the way to check out some nice vistas and sites.  The most interesting to us was a wall infilled with sticks covered in salt.  Water is released from the top of the wall.  As it passes over the sticks, the air is freshened and made to resemble sea air.  This is an occasional feature of spa towns beginning with the word “Bad” (“bath”) like Clemens’s town, Bad Sobernheim (although his town doesn’t have any of these walls).  We returned home to have a yummy lunch of the season’s last asparagus (“spargle” in German).  The afternoon had us walking over to the nearby open air museum.  It’s a great concept that I’ve seen around Europe.  Historic buildings are preserved by moving them to a park where they can be visited and appreciated.  This museum showcased buildings from the region as well as farm (vineyard) equipment and items used during the last few centuries and some live animals.  Clemens found both of his grandmothers in an old phone book.  His dog Reto (a Swiss dog must have a Swiss name) had a great time accompanying us on our exploration.  He even had a little fun taunting the chickens. Later, we were back out in the car touring more of the countryside.  We enjoyed the rolling hills and endless vineyards.  That’s something we definitely don’t see in Copenhagen. 


Spa salt water wall


Matt and Clemens by a cliff castle in a spa town


Reto, the Swiss Dog


Matt, Clemens, and Reto walking around the Open Air Museum


This wall of a butcher's shop shows part of our plan the the rest of the trip.


Panorama from Hindenburg's Blick - The general visited this point often during WWI.


Clemens brought us to the train station at 6am, then I'm sure he returned to bed.

 

Coming Soon:  Phase 2 – Bavaria/Austria with Matt’s parents and the Runions.
*More photos can be found here.

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Renewing a Love: Libraries
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When I was little, my parents would take my brother and me to the library quite often.  We were both big readers, especially Ben (I split my time between reading and drawing rainbows and unicorns).  I remember the excitement that filled me when I got my first official library cards at both the Dalton and Varnell Libraries.  It was like I was receiving a key to a wonderland.  I still have vivid sensory memories of spending hours in both places.  Dalton's library was brick inside and out.  Whenever I find myself in a building with a brick interior, I get a warm and cozy feeling as my subconscious remembers this fond place from my childhood.  Varnell's library has had a changing history.  When I first started going there, it was just a few bookshelves in a small room of the City Hall building (formerly the old Varnell School).  I remember the warm sunlight that filtered in from the windows on one side.  My memory has transformed this probably unimpressive feature to something that rivals the "Touched By An Angel" glow.  Later on, my brother chose the library as his Eagle Project for Boy Scouts.  He prepared and painted a larger room in the City Hall, then he relocated the shelves and their contents.  My mom took over the volunteer librarian duties at some point around there.  For years, she was dedicated to opening the library to the community a couple of evenings a week.  The library was never packed with people, but she did have a nice group of regulars.  Some people who lived close would visit her on their bikes or by foot.  Others would use the circular road in front of the building as a walking track, then they would make a stop in the library before driving home.  The Boy Scouts were also frequent visitors.  They met in the building on a night when the library was open.  There was a special relationship that I witnessed between my mom and those boys.  Sometimes they were there for the books.  Sometimes they were there to terrorize her (in good fun).  Yes, they are the reason she bought a giant super soaker.  In the last 10 years, I was sad to see the library go into decline.  Other city departments started using the library as a dumping grounds, and soon, it was too full of junk (that should have been recycled rather than kept) to function as a library.  In the last year, the city determined that the building was no longer safe enough to inhabit.  Mom worked quickly to save the most important contents of the library (my old children's books, local history/geneology books, etc.), but much of the library's treasures still remain in the quickly deteriorating building.  It almost brings me to tears.  Right now, the different departments of the city (besides the library) are functioning out of a temporary trailer.  I really hope that the next step is to build a respectable city hall in which the citizens can take pride.  I have been entertaining myself by working on floor plans that would, of course, include a nice space for a new library. 

Now that some background has been laid, I will admit that I have not been an active municipal library user for a while.  Since I started college at Georgia Tech in 1998, I have either been drowned in required reading and architectural journals or making my way through the excessive surplus of books caused by my bookstore addiction.   After college, I always intended to get active in the Atlanta library system, but none of the branches were that close to my normal driving routes, and a special trip just never seemed to happen.  Now that I am in Denmark, libraries have made a comeback.  When we first arrived and hadn't settled everything, I was going pretty much daily to use their internet*.  Recently, I decided to actually check out some items.  Since most of the library treasures here are books written in Danish, my main objective was to borrow a couple movies in preparation for our trip next week to Germany and Austria ("Amadeus" and "The Sound of Music" ** ).  While there, I found a couple of interesting books to get as well.  The experience got me thinking.  With the economic crisis, libraries are even that much more awesome.  Books are cheap entertainment already.  If they come from a library, they are FREE.  Renting movies is also cheap entertainment.  If they come from a library, they are FREE.  How cool is that?!  Who among us really needs more stuff anyway?  I'm a big fan of social networks like Craig's List and Freecycle that help you get things you need or get rid of things that you don't.  Jumping on my environmental soapbox, I commend people for embracing the "recycle" part of "reduce, reuse, recycle", but it is only the last option.  We must first take steps to reduce and then reuse.  Sharing programs are one of the great answers. 



*Travel tip:  Most libraries offer free wireless internet or computers.  They are great places to stop while out of town when you need to check email or google things to see, do, or eat along your journey.  They also often carry audio books (which I find to be a requirement on long road trips).  Cracker Barrel restaurants also rent audiobooks that you can return to any other Cracker Barrel.  Cracker Barrel also serves biscuits and fried okra.  It's not related, but I really like biscuits and fried okra... 

**I would love to find a good movie about Bavaria.  Any suggestions before it is too late?


Ben and Annelies's Visit
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I am not sure why it has taken so long to finally write about our visit from my brother, Ben, and his fiancée, Annelies.  I guess that I've been busy crafting and suffering with a sore neck thanks to a crumby pillow.  Their visit was very nice, although it was really short.  They have to save up their vacation days to use around their wedding this coming October, so they opted to take a long weekend over Memorial Day.  We met them Friday evening at the apartment they were using across town.  Our Danish friends were coincidentally travelling to New York, so we arranged an apartment swap.  I was hesitant about not having them stay with us, but it worked out really well, and everyone could sleep in a real bed.  After taking a breather and exchanging hugs and hellos, we headed out into the neighborhood in search of some dinner.  The looming sky and impending rain helped us decide on an Asian place that we happened to pass.  It was nothing impressive, but they offered some vegetarian dishes, and it got us fed. 

The next morning's weather had me really worried.  I had planned to spend the day showing them the sites inside Copenhagen.  The major sites of the city happen to be pretty much in a direct path from the Little Mermaid statue to Tivoli Gardens amusement park.  This plan would have us outside all day, and rain was very much unwelcome.  Luckily, we were spared.  The sun joined us around late morning.  Matt and I rode our bikes over to the other apartment in the morning to retrieve our guests.  Our Danish friends had left the keys to their bikes, so the four of us set off on eight wheels.  They were out of practice but eager to try something so very Danish.  We started with a short ride to a bakery for breakfast.  Lagkagehuset has been recommended to us as the best bakery in town, and they are very proud of their food ($, or should I say "Kr").  We then ventured on to Kongens Nytorv (King's New Square) where we parked the bikes by the Royal Danish Theatre.  The overrated touristy pedestrian street, Strøget, leads from the square to Tivoli.  Along the way, there are some pretty buildings and a couple of beautiful plazas with fountains, so it is worth the trip (once).  At Tivoli, we turned around and winded our way back by avoiding the Strøget and seeing the old narrow streets and more interesting shops.  By the time we got back to Kongens Nytorv, we were more than ready for lunch.  The first time that I went to Café Zeleste, I knew that when Ben visited, I would have to take him there.  He followed my advice and ordered the Zeleste Plate (without ham).  It is a large piece of warm crusty bread covered in fresh pesto and melted cheese all served on a bed of yummy salad.  After lunch and a quick walk down the colorful café cluttered Nyhavn (new harbour), we retrieved the bikes and made our way to the royal palaces.  I dismounted as I led the group into the area by the palaces.  I knew that our visitors' sitting ability might be impaired by a lengthy ride over cobblestones.  We traveled on toward the Little Mermaid statue in the harbour, stopping along the way to check out the Kastellet (the fortress still used by the Danish military), the Gefion Fountain that depicts the mythical story of how the island Copenhagen is on was created, and the picturesque Anglican church of St. Albans (the one that had no room for us on Christmas Eve).  The only must see left on our list for the day was a boat tour of the harbour and a few canals.  On our way back to Nyhavn to catch a boat, we ran into a problem.  Ben had been having trouble switching gears on our friend's bike and the bike's chain decided that it would rather be on the road than on the bike.  I had a moment of panic at first.  Our friends had been so kind to leave us their bikes, and we broke one!  In the next second, I realized that a chain could be replaced easily, and it just meant that we had to do some walking.  The saddest thing about it all is that we happened to be in a pretty boring area of town.  The boat ride made up for the long walk though.  The sun was shining nice and warm.  We went through an area that I don't remember from my previous trip.  I had just arrived in Copenhagen and had horrible jetlag, so I was probably just asleep during that part.  We got to see the Little Mermaid from the backside and went by the island where the government buildings are located. 

A Reflection of Our Boat in the Black Diamond (Royal Library)
& Sun Bathers


Our day of site seeing was pretty much over at that point.  We dealt with getting the bikes back and headed over to our apartment in Norrebro.  Ben and Ani wanted to cook dinner for us, and I had gone shopping for the meal on Friday.  They had planned to bring something from the states to use as the central item of the dish, but with the craziness of leaving the country, it was forgotten.  After tasting a little of the Danish rugbrød (extremely dense and dark rye bread), they determined that it might just work as a substitute for tempeh (a dense vegetarian soybean cake).  It was humorous to me that we were cooking with this bread, but it really turned out quite tasty. 

Sunday morning's outlook appeared just as bad, if not a little worse than Saturday's.  The plan for the day was to travel by train to the town of Roskilde to see the Viking Ship Museum and the huge church where all of the royals are buried.  We were among the first visitors of the day to the museum.  We started by checking out the remains of five viking ships that were retrieved from the Fjord.  After having seen many voyages, these five had been filled with boulders and sunk to block one of the three paths in the fjord where the water was deep enough for ships to pass.  Of the other two paths, one was blocked in another manner, and the other was confusing enough that only locals could navigate it.  This gave the city of Roskilde a lot of protection from invaders.  The remains on display in the museum had been pieced back together and held with metal frames that ghosted in the missing areas.  Another really interesting feature of the museum is a colorful recreated viking longship, Sea Stallion, that was sailed from Roskilde to Ireland and back during the summers of 2007 and 2008.  We watched a video that documented the amazing adventure and saw the ship floating in the harbour area.  After seeing what the museum had to offer inside, we got to the really fun part.  We lived out our viking fantasy by taking one of the small replica ships out into the fjord.  Our group was around twenty, and that included a few small children.  We sat two people per row and passed out long oars.  Matt and I were the frontmost pair, so theoretically everyone behind us would follow our lead giving the people on shore a beautiful rhythmic site to behold.  So much for that.  To be fair, we all did a great job for amateurs.  We quickly rowed out into the open water.  After stopping and bringing in the oars, we raised the sail.  As our luck would have it, there was, for the first time I've ever witnessed, no wind.  No wind in Denmark?!  That's why we're here!  It's always windy.  We sat for a while in hopes of a gust or two, and then we gave up and rowed back in.  It would have been nice to ride with the wind, but it was fun anyway. 

Playing with Toy Viking Ships


Inside the Viking Ship Museum



Matt with the Retrieved Viking Ships



Our Replica Viking Ship


Ani and Ben on the Viking Ship We Rowed into the Fjord



Matt Taking a Rest from Rowing



The lunch options at the museum were very pitiful, so we walked back to the center of town and gained the nourishment we needed for our next stop.  The Roskilde Cathedral houses many royal tombs, and Ani picked up a little map that identified who was where.  We searched for a while for Harald Bluetooth (the king who united Denmark, Norway, and Sweden under one king and eventually leant his name to the most annoying electronic invention ever*) but we didn't understand where the map said he was (it said "column").  Later the internet told me that they are not really sure where he is entombed in the church.  The most interesting thing to me was not actually a tomb.  It is called the King's Column.  Some members of the Danish royal family and important royal visitors have marked their heights on the column.  The map told us the name but didn't explain anything more.  I guessed the purpose correctly after noticing a dash with a capitol "P" that was several inches above the others.  It occurred to me that the "P" had to stand for Peter the Great of Russia.  I learned on our trip to Moscow and Saint Petersburg last October that he was very tall. 

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern ARE Dead!  As Seen at the Roskilde Cathedral


We headed back to town to again have dinner at our apartment.  Matt took Ben and Ani by the gorgeous Rosenberg Castle on the way from the train station to our apartment while I scrambled to find a market with a couple of last minute ingredients.  We dined on my beloved roasted garlic and tomato pizza and walked to a nearby bar for a game of 5-pin billiards.  We really should go play more often.  I like the game much better than regular billiards, but I don't have much skill at any of them.  We tried playing the international version of 5-pin, but I really like the Danish variant

Our visitors headed back to their apartment for one last sleep in Denmark before returning home.  We met them early the next morning to share some pastries and see them off.  It was sad to see them go, although I was pretty tired from our action packed weekend.  They seemed to have enjoyed themselves.  I know that I did. 

*The logo for Bluetooth is derived from the Nordic rune symbols for King Harald Bluetooth's initials, "H" and "B".

Hot Off the Needles
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I have just officially marked a couple of goals off my list for the year.  One was to learn how to knit cables (where it looks like a twisted rope or braid).  The other was to use the yarn that my parents sent in our Christmas package.  I used the skeins of black and gold to make a hat and scarf, perfect for a really cold Georgia Tech football game.  The other yarn they sent is country blue with specks of brown and black.  I decided to venture into the world of sweaters with that yarn.  I guessed that I had enough of the blue yarn to make a sweater vest/tank top.  Luckily, I was right (but just barely).  I began the piece just before Easter.  Starting with the back panel, it went really fast.  Then I got distracted with other things and slowed down my progress.  Earlier this week, I finished the front panel and excitingly worked to sew the panels together and finish the edges.  Today, I completed my ambitious project. 





The pattern I used was a free design from Knitty.  Like in cooking, I cannot just follow the recipe. I replaced the honeycomb pattern of the original with a design of cables and a saxon braid.  Inspiration for that alteration came from a couple of designs I saw on Ravelry (a knitting community website).  I should also give credit here to the website Knitting Help.  They have great videos that have helped me learn techniques between knitting club meetings.  The instructions for the saxon braid came out of the booklet that my parents included with the yarn.  It offers 26 different pattern stiches.  I used one of the others on the black and gold items.  Now I have to figure out what my next project will be.



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