27 September 2015

We ︎♥︎ Copenhagen (and Pølser - duh)

Denmark. Twice this year. Yes! There was a relevant (I think?) conference for Andrew in Copenhagen in July, with the added bonus of seeing old friends. Pack your bags, we were off to Denmark again. It felt a bit like coming home. 

Andrew was there for the week and I joined him for the weekend. I got in Friday evening and we met Scott, Nancy, and Chris for dinner at a street food market I had read about. Starving, the first thing on my agenda was a pølser. Luckily there was a pølsevogn right as we walked in. Done. Not nearly sated, Chris and I did a lap to check out all of the other food. Andrew loved this place because you can buy a bucket with ice and beer in it to carry around. After dinner we sat outside on the water as the sun went down, but I was so tired from traveling all day that I fell asleep just about as soon as we sat down. Luckily we had all day on Saturday to spend with them, too - hitting the National Museum and enjoying a nice dinner on Nyhavn. (I also snuck in another pølser mid-day at some point.) 

 

They were gone by Sunday, and Andrew and I took the train out to Helsingør to explore Kronborg Slot (castle). Most people know of it from Hamlet - Shakespeare used it as the inspiration for Elsinor Castle. We got off of the train and, believe it or not, walked by a pølsevogn. When in Rome...


The castle is located at the point where Denmark is the shortest distance from Sweden, and at one time that land belonged to Denmark, too. The position allowed Denmark to impose tolls on any ship passing through and Helsingør was once one of the most important towns in northern Europe. We took a short, but excellent, tour of the castle before wandering the grounds on our own. The best part was going down below the castle into the crypts in total darkness. I don't know why they allow people down there, because there is no light and no guards and no signs directing people where to go or how to get out. As unsafe as it was, it was just as fun popping out and scaring Andrew. He's a better spouse than I, because he didn't return that favor. 

We spent Monday morning on the Strøget before we needed to head to the airport. As usual, a wonderful weekend away in one of our favorite cities.


See you later, Denmark! (We know we'll be back.)

Closer to America than we've been since last October

The 12th of July in Belfast is like the 4th of July in America (even better: you get two whole days off of work!), except that it's not fun for half of the population. The loyalists are celebrating the Battle of the Boyne and the republicans are getting the hell out of town. We joined some Irish friends for a long weekend in Donegal instead of sticking around for the marches and bonfires. We had a bonfire of a different sort two hours away and roasted a goat over it. Yum.

Tom and Beatrice invited us along with them and a few other friends and we spent the weekend in the wild Irish countryside. It was great. Tom had procured a goat from a local butcher and, after marinating it in the bathtub overnight, it was ready to go on the spit on Saturday morning for a day of roasting. All day long (through a lot of rain) we watched and waited, turning the spit, basting, salivating. It was ready to go as the sun was going down (which is quite late here in N. Ireland in the summertime), but worth the wait. We ate as much as we possibly could that night. And the night after. And the night after. And we still have a lot of goat in our freezer. If you are wondering what goat tastes like (it's great - between beef and lamb!), just come for a visit and we'll share some.


On Sunday and Monday we took a drive to two different breathtakingly beautiful beaches each day and Andrew went swimming in the freezing cold Atlantic Ocean at both. We were closer to home than we had been since last fall and if we squinted really hard we thought we could see the shores of America. Almost. 

I, too, took a dip, but only after putting on Tom's wetsuit. (Which I actually put on backward, but oh well, that's not really important.) Also, my hands and feet were pretty cold after about two minutes so I didn't last. Andrew's a champ - or he's insane.