A Minor Spill

To Copenhagen, Denmark – 51.4 miles, 12.4 mph, 900 ft

Despite the capacity crowds, Dean and I are amazed at how quiet the campgrounds are at night.  Feddet was no different, and our beach site proved a very comfy spot for Dexter, snoozing until 8:30am.  

Even with one sleepy-head, our departure this morning was brisk and we were peddling at 10:15 a.m.  The start of the ride was glorious – neat farm country, beautiful wild flowers dotting the fields, horses and sheep grazing here and there, and, our new favorite landscape addition, thatched roof houses and barns.   It’s straight from the land of fairy tales.   Add to that an amazing blue sky with a light tailwind and you’ve got the proper setting of the beautiful bike ride we had.  It was made all the more special knowing that this would be our second-to-last riding day and that we were making our way to Copenhagen, where we’d stop one more time and enjoy the capital city of Denmark.

As we approached our lunch destination, we settled on a grocery store that was further along the route in order to get us to the half-way point -- for whatever reason, it is much easier for me to ride after lunch knowing that we are on the “downhill” side of the day.   Unfortunately, just as we were approaching the town, Dex and I caught the lip of the sidewalk and fell.  Thank goodness neither of us were badly hurt and the bike, while a little creaky immediately after the spill, seemed fine once Dean was able to make an adjustment here and there.   (Credit to all those good thoughts and well wishers out there keeping this to such a nominal event.)

We had made reservations yesterday to stay at the Lavilla Hostel in Copenhagen and, through the confirmation email, found out that we’d need to give the owners an hours notice prior to arriving at the apartment.  We must be getting pretty good at this, because in the morning we had estimated an arrival between 4-5 p.m.  At 4:45 we pulled into the gate of our hostel.  The second half of the day was on a bike lane that could have held a car, alongside a two-lane road heading to the city.  Dex and I listened to music and the kilometers sped by.  The scenery changed dramatically – no more fairy tale backdrops.   Dex commented that this was as close to the US as the scenery has been.  Homes were independent, cars were familiar, and then, to top it off, Dean and Kylie pointed out a 7-11.  Even the movie signs were for Ghostbusters and Bad Mom’s – signs we could read!

Our upstairs room in the Lavilla Hostel was a great final destination and after showers and a little housekeeping, we took off on foot to find dinner.  We had our hearts set on another Thai Food restaurant, but when we got there, a sign on the door said they had to close for the day.  We noticed a few other places that were closed until August 1.  We settled on a Sushi place that also served up a Chinese Buffet.  Dean and I were a little dubious about the combination, but it proved to be a yummy spot and the kids were happy getting to choose from the conveyor belt of hot and cold options that were offered.  And, I’m so pleased to announce that the Danes have cold milk and use ice a little more liberally than their neighbors to the south.   I’ll drink to that!