North, to Vendsyssel!

Alright. It's been 21 days since the last installment of Danish Diversions.
Fear not, I have been busy building fires, writing stories and watching the weather change from sunny to decidedly more precipitous. 

Also, I have started ballroom dancing and taking trips to the northern white sandy beaches of Denmark in the region known as Vendsyssel.  Fifty cookies for anyone who can pronounce this, who is NOT from Denmark.



Now, as you can see, the beach was blustery and full of concrete structures, which it turns out, were built by the Germans in WWII.  Conveniently, after the war, the sand bluffs that they had been built into decided to molt.  Now the western beaches are filled with these beached concrete whales of war that people grafitti and paint gold. 





I think they'd make great stages for little performance art peices.  The empty spaces left by the huge guns, like where the mural is painted behind me, have plenty of space for prancing about.




















 On our way along the beach, I also had a chance to heroically carry Tobias across a RAGING RIVER OF DEATH (twice), as he had not thought to purchase red rain boots like I had. 



















I would also like to note that this is the land of Tobi's childhood so we hunted down his forrest and magical lake that he used to play Robin Hood and Pioneers in.  (Though not necessarily at the same time.)

To celebrate our very successful day of Northing, we ate seafood and I found a salt water prince masquerading in the form of a crayfish.  He did not escape transformation. Lucky me.

Stay tuned for stories about the soups and curries of fall, which are not remotely Danish, but happen here, so are therefore, relevant.