It’s a total mind fuck. There’s just no other way to say it. Not much more than twenty-four hours ago flying out of LA after a late night celebrating the Lakers winning Game 7 over the hated Celtics. At Pink Taco in the Century City Mall no less. What can I say? We were out of options and it was almost game time. At least my car didn’t get torched.
Now I find myself sitting on a stubby little train they call the “pig” on my way to the northernmost tip of Denmark in a Coastal sea town called Gilleleje to meet the family. We are staying at the beautiful cottage of our good friends Carmi and Heidi Cohen, who also own and operate an amazing spot on the other side of Denmark that I’ve written about before. So I woke up this morning in Copenhagen, grabbed my bike and two bags and set off for the train north. The people are so quiet…quiet but polite, helpful and well…civil.
First stop is Helsinger. Translated in English as Elsinore. You know, Hamlet and all. It looks just like you would expect. Train goes up the coast, through beautiful lush forests and ends at the tiny little harbor town with not a lot to do but take walks and eat smoked fish.
I’ll take it.
Downtown Gillejele
