How lovely to be home after a very full week of vacation! Here's what we did:
Day 1: Drove from Nesodden to Larvik, where we took the dreaded
Danskebåt to Hirtshals. Here we are on the short ferry ride from Moss to Horten. We were joined later in the week by R's 16-year-old daughter, C:
CL, E, R, E, and KE.
We stayed at a campground outside of Hirtshals the first night since the boat got in pretty late.
Day 2: played at the campground before driving south through Jylland all the way to Billund. Here's the campground with our little cubicle:
And here is the amazing jumping bubble at the playground:
After a leisurely morning we started out, with a planned stop at one of the coolest Viking sites I know of, Lindholm Høje just north of Aalborg. We were greeted at the parking lot by a flock of archaic Viking sheep with some pretty natty dreads:
The site itself is a hillside covered in Viking burials, most with standing stones in the shape of ships. Here are some modern day Vikings posing there:
We stopped in Århus for an early dinner and grocery shopping, and arrived in the early evening at the
stud farm where we spend the week. It's called Skandihest, and it's both absolutely lovely and absolutely crawling with flies. We stayed in a very cool apartment in a converted pig barn:
Day 3: We weren't quite up for Legoland just yet, so we went to the neighboring Lalandia, which I guess can best be described as an amusement mall. They have a huge water park, and very cool trampolines with riggings that allow you to jump really high. E very cautiously tried it out:
Day 4: We decided it would be a good idea to go to Legoland later in the day, so I was able to jump in the car and drive an hour down to a town called Kolding, where
garn.dk has its distribution center. The people who work there were incredibly nice. They let me wander through the rows and rows of shelves filled with yarns. I had picked out a series of colors of their Shetlandsuld and was delighted to find smaller amounts of all but one of them on the cone, which meant that the price was 39 DKK per 100 gram, rather than 59 DKK to get the same 100 grams wound into a skein. Here's what I got to work with:
The two gray-green cones are for Fulmar, and the rest will be some kind of fair isle pullover. I'm very excited, at it is absolutely lovely yarn! More on this in a later post, I'm sure...
After my whirlwind trip down to Kolding and a quick lunch it was on to Legoland. It wasn't as overwhelming as I had feared, and E had a very nice time, I think. Here he is in his newly-acquired pirate gear:
He absolutely loved riding on the roller coaster in the castle. I was terrified and had my eyes closed the whole time. He also really liked the old models with moving planes, boats, and vehicles. I liked the bulk Lego section of the Lego store the best, but I wish they had more selection. I was at least able to increase our holdings in lime green Legos substantially.
Day 5: We discovered that the nearby city of Vejle is on the coast, and our vacation-mates were eager to go to the beach. We ended up at Tirsbæk beach, which is totally all right as far as beaches go. I'm not much of a beach person, but I did enjoy the fact that my knitting (the Garnstudio tunic) almost exactly matched the color of the sand:
And how can I resist seeing two happy kids building a sand castle?
Day 6: The 280-year-old
Vorbasse market opened on Thursday, and our friends were eager to shop the hundreds of booths there. We were slightly less eager, but went along for a while. Having gotten his feet wet at Legoland, E was totally up for the carnival rides, and it was hard to coax (drag) him away from them. The only really bad thing that happened on our vacation was that I managed to lose my crochet hook somewhere at this enormous market. I had been crocheting dishrags with the left over linen yarn but had to give that up. My only remaining project was the Bridgewater shawl, which turned out to be too difficult for vacation knitting now that I'm finished with the garter stitch square and am picking up stitches for the lace borders.
Day 7: Our last full day staying at Skandihest, and we were pretty low energy. We decided to go to the
campground at Randbøldal, where our friends had gone while we were relaxing on the farm earlier in the week. E really enjoyed it, and he and I spent a long time building a city in the sand. Since it was a lake, we were able to build a really complex coastal city with all kinds of islands and inlets right at water's edge.
Day 8: We headed out early, driving up to Frederikshavn to catch a ferry to Göteborg. Trapped on yet another tourist boat, there wasn't much to do but shop and play in the kid's section. E bought a pen that lights up and twirls around, and for some reason he burst out with "Discoparty i rumpa til pappa!" really loud while we were standing in line to pay. It was a little obscene (but very funny) so I had to take a picture:
Unfortunately there was tons of construction underway on the route (E45) we had to take to get to the pension we had booked for our last night,
Pensionat Stenliden, which is just outside Trollhättan:
After dinner in the local Pizza House (very reminiscent of Fares Fares' movie
Kopps, by the way) we took a short walk along the river. The light was fantastic. Here's a snap of me in the newly finished linen tunic:
I've been wearing it every day since I finished it. I totally love it. It was so worth it to rip out the other tunic and reknit it. We had an uneventful night there, and a long drive home in the rain and more construction along E6. And now we're home and I've given a fairly full account of my movements over the past few days.
A few stray details: I was taught how to play a very ruthless card game called 500, which I dubbed
FRP-spillet, since it was so merciless. I bought Henning Mankell's most recent Kurt Wallander novel,
Den orolige mannen from 2009 and a few dozen pages in it is very engrossing. I learned that my family has a significantly lower activity level than our friends have. There were two bordellos on opposite sides of the road right near our farm. They were marked with only small neon signs in the window that said "open." Very discrete, and kind of creepy and fascinating at the same time. Nearly every second farm house in Vejle kommune is, somewhat mysteriously, for sale. I reconfirmed that I am a poor loser in cards. I made a really good pasta salad. It was a good vacation. What else is there to say?
