Back to Copenhagen

I had a great time today seeing the area that my family came from. Our first stop this morning was at Paul Eric’s (pronounced Polly-eg) house. According to him and Jahn, my great grandmother lived with her family on the farm next door until she was sold to a wealthier family at the age of 12 to take care of the kids and the house. Paul Eric didn’t speak English, but he was one of the most interesting people to listen to. He speaks Danish like he is singing a song – the tone of his voice is constantly changing.

After Paul Eric’s house we went to see some Viking burial mound, and then to the church where my great grandmother and grandfather were married before they moved to America. Jahn told us the legend of the beautiful church. Apparently, a young couple – a prince and his lover- were made to dance to death as a punishment for their forbidden love.

We drove towards the coast and stopped to see fishermen unloading the day’s catch. We walked up the steps of a lighthouse for a spectacular view of the Danish coastline, and then we headed back for another delicious dinner.

I am on the train back to Copenhagen. I should get in around 3:00 am, and I have critiques at 8:00. Woof.