Tonight I went into town and met my cousin. We went for a walk along one of the five lakes, had dinner at a fancy restaurant, explored Copenhagen trying to find an ice cream store, and then back to her place to look at her vacation pictures. I would say it was all very romantic, but I’m not an inbred hillbilly. Still, it was nice to see her. It is the first dinner I’ve had in Denmark that I haven’t felt bloated at then end of. My relatives seem to want to fatten me up like a German child in a fairy tale.
This morning, the weather was beautiful so my uncle and I got on the Sundbus which took us across the sound to Sweden. Not just territorial waters, but Swedish soil. We had thought about going to Kullen, but that would have added a lot of driving time. Instead, I got to climb a civic monument that has taunted me for a long time, Kärnan. (It looked bigger the last time I was here.) There are 131 steps in the monument leading up to it. 44 steps outside the tower and 147 steps to the top. I don’t know why I count steps. I guess it makes the event of climbing feel more real and provable.
The view from the top isn’t that spectacular. Sweden isn’t as pretty as Denmark.