July 7 – Denmark
Next stop, Denmark. I think we were more excited to do laundry than anything else. Poul Moller, the president of the Danish Quarter Horse Association (DKQHA) handed over the keys to his home during our stay in Denmark. He was headed to Canada for the Youth World Cup to watch his daughter, Natasha, perform.
The rainy day brought more opportunities for lectures, but the Danish kept Kris on her toes with plenty of questions.
Denmark had 60 days without rain until we showed up. Our suntan lines from Norway will surely diminish with the Danish cloud cover. Even though the two are just a “state” away and a short plane ride apart, the cultures and people are distinctly different. They both have their jokes, just like Texans have their jokes about “Yankees” or Northerners about southern drawls.
The Brown Hill Quarter Horse Arena hangs the Danish and American flags and the Italian flag for owner Marco Capobianco.
Thomas Pendrup, board member of DKQHA, took us to see the sights Sunday afternoon. The cities look much different from ours. The government has put high restrictions on the city architecture and expansion to preserve the “old look” and to keep agriculture separating the towns. The streets were lined with people. The street performers captured the other girls’ attention while I stuck my head into the local shops, but the prices left my hands in my pocket.
The Round Tower was designed so that Christian IV could ride his horse to the top and spot the enemy.
On Monday, we were on our own and determined to spend time on the beach. Jenny, Kris and I ventured out to feel the Baltic Sea between our toes. The 61-degree weather combined with a brisk wind brought our adventures at sea to a halt. After holding up the line at the grocery store because it would only take Danish credit cards, we made ourselves a home-cooked meal and had a good night’s rest.
