Denmark! Oh, Denmark!

The land of my ancestors and origin of my name!

We spent several hours off to a corner in the crowded airport putting together our bikes. I really wish I'd paid better attention to the original assembling of my front pannier rack last week.
Man oh man.
It didn't help that we were missing some bolts and screws. They probably fell out of that hole in my box that was created in the transport of my bike from plane to plane. Whoops! But all is well! David somehow figured it out. He is the hero!

Finally we were out on the road!

It's really strange seeing so many signs and not understanding what any of them mean.
At all! Not even close! No idea!
This must be what it feels like to be completely illiterate. Except I don't even understand the signs that are just pictures.

We rode 5 or 6 km (not far at all) to our first campsite.

I am in love.

I wish you could understand what I feel when I see so many beautiful things in one place! You thought I was ridiculous for crying when I read cook books and restaurant menus??? Try riding a bike with me through Denmark! I would live in any one of these houses in a second. Danish houses, the sweetest architecture on the planet. And the yards are spilling over with flower gardens gone wild. Denmark is my kind of lady and I would sit down to tea with her every Thursday if the universe could permit it.

The air is a flood of delicious scents. Pure and green and blooming.
I have a problem with holding my breath but I feel like that has gone away for fear of missing out.

We set up camp and had a dinner of Turkish flatbread, hummus, at least 4 or 5 different kinds of olives, cucumber and tomatoes. Heaven to our desperately hungry tummies!
This was followed by a walk to the edge of the Baltic Sea. Easily the most beautiful bit of land my feet have ever laid weight on!