Denmark

I’ve made it safely to Denmark. I flew in to Copenhagen on the fifth, just in time for the hottest day in twelve years (the sixth). After the sweater-and-windbreaker weather of Scotland, the heat here shocked me into buying a bathing suit and going to the beach. Not that the beach is terribly out of reach here—it’s a six minute walk away (two minutes on the road, four minutes on the stairs. I will count them for you next time, but I’m sure there are at least forty thousand.) As wonderful as Denmark is, though, I seem to have skipped an entire chapter: hiking in Scotland! I think I will spread it over several posts, which I will back-date (meaning they will appear below here).