Denmark On The Road 2016-10-13T13:32:40+00:00

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

Augustine of Hippo

Our Denmark is green and blue.

Our Denmark is sparsely populated.

Our Denmark is in the luxuriant woods and forests.

Our Denmark is not in the touristic and crowded cities – Copenhagen and not so much more – it is in the little towns and villages here and there, is in a couchsurfing night hosted by an amazing madame, her blackcurrant marmelade and some chat about her travels all around the world.

It is in a B&B on the shore, isolated, with its typical danish sauna, chose by chance and far off everything.

It is in three young deers which suddenly are in the middle of the road –  we almost run over them – it is in the hundreds of geese everywhere, in the all alike churches and in all the different villages.

Our Denmark On The Road, the real one, the one of the danish, out of the touristic guides, is up in Skagen and Hundested, in Helsingor and in the other thousands town with their unpronounceable names.

Our Denmark On The Road is amazing, cheap and full of life. Just don’t stop outside the airport, in the city, and wander for new destinations.

Another backpack prepared, a map bought – better not to count only on GPS – some hours slept, wake up call at 4 A.M. and here we go again: the first stage of day day is the airport of Malensa, in Milan…
It is a classical danish day, today. Gray clouds cover the sky and a light and slightly irritating rain is falling non-stop.
Today wake up is extremely relaxing. A lone ray of sun wake us up, lightly, and a smell coming from downstairs make our mouths water. We get up, with no rush, we do not even have to pack our things since we will sleep here again tonight.
We have to leave this amazing little charming corner of Denmark, we pack our backpacks and take all our stuff for the last time, close the door behind us and leave the key on the coffee table, a last goodbye to this home with a big smile reading the quote in the picture leaning on the door, then we exit and go away from the little home by the sea, hoping we will come back one day.

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