![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
"Huh?" I looked everywhere on the page and couldn't see a snake.
"There," she said in her new gees you're dumb Mum tone of voice as she pointed at the page.
"Oh, a hyphen!" I giggled.
Love it.
Check this out!
There's free internet all over the place here. We're in the departure lounge and there's free internet. I cannot tell you how sweet it is to look at that board and see SQ215 PERTH. I see my girls tomorrow! I take off these stinky travelling clothes soon!
Copenhagen would be a pretty place if the weather was conducive to wandering around and viewing the umpteen palaces, churches and castles that we managed to see in rain and wind on our hire bikes. We rode past a army surplus tucked into a basement, so I jumped off and grabbed us a couple of bright yellow ponchos which saved us from getting completely soaked. The weather was abysmal but the kunst museums were just amazing. Degas, Monet, Picasso, Manet, Rodin, Matisse, an extensive and exquisite collection of Greek and Roman sculpture, and more, all housed in beautiful buildings. I was compeltely enthralled.
Our beds were in the wrong side of town but right across the road from an old cemetary where the most famous Copenhagenian of all is buried, H.C. Anderson. It was also a neighbourhood that was not far from the sights we were interested in so we hired a couple of bikes from the bike shop right next door to the building we were staying in.
Three flights up, Pauline's little apartment was simply decorated in shabby chic, with a little less emphasis on chic. It was all we needed, after I had dashed out to get black tea and milk. The Danes simply do not drink black tea except Earl Grey, and a little bit of Earl Grey goes a long way with me.
Riding around Copenhagen was easy. Like the rest of Denmark, cycle lanes abound. People are more likely to ride than not. I like it a lot. But riding on the right hand side of the road never came easily. Under pressure, I couldn't work out who to give way to. I don't know how you Americans do it!
The husband's camera ran out of battery (even after I kept telling him to charge it) so we resorted to my camera, that hasn't been downloaded all trip. We managed. Photos will follow, when I have returned to the sanctuary of my own iMac.
We have lost a day. We arrived at Copenhagen airport midday yesterday -- the weather was too lousy to contemplate doing any more sight seeing and we had got in everything we wanted -- and left at 7.30 last night. I slept well on the plane, if uncomfortably, and we have arrived at 4pm in Singapore, which is on the same time zone as Perth. So, in effect we've lost a day. But on the positive side, I can have another Bloody Mary and glass on wine when I get on the plane!
Off now. See you at home.
Copenhagen was an adventure. The weather was completely lousy but you haven't lived until you have ridden through Copenhagen in the rain and wind. I feel positively Danish now. We saw masses of amazing art. If galleries weren't my haven of warmth and comfort before, they certainly are now.
Our accommodation with Pauline, the contemporary protestant nun, was basic but homely. Pablo, a friendly St Bernard, came along in the price and he rarely left our room.
More of our adventure later. Have to ring the girls and then a bit later board that six hour flight home. Home! I'm looking forward to it like you wouldn't believe.
So we leave here, do the workshop, go to the train station and on to Copenhagen. Imagine we'll arrive at Pauline's about 5. Contact may be sketchy the next few days.
I finally got hold of a B&B who said they were booked but gave me the number of a friend so we're staying with Pauline for a couple of nights. Sounds like a complicated tour of Copenhagen to get to her apartment but we'll pack all we need into one suitcase and leave the other at the airport lockers.
Whew!
The weather came in all cold and dreary but we still mounted the deadlies and headed 8k away to Moesgood Manor to check out the viking museum. There was a shiny Runic exhbition on too. The Danes sure know how to present their exhibitions.
We wandered around the manor, frolicking in rain, violets and nodding forget-me-nots. Well, the husband is not particularly a frolicker but I managed a bit.
Then we rode home through the forest in the rain and the canopy protected us from getting drenched. Our legs and bums hurt but I feel ALIVE!
Moving on to Copenhagen tomorrow after the workshop.
It has been a wonderful experience and, for us of course, it continues. But having all the other artists around was great fun. The sculpture walk has attracted a massive crowd of Danes -- they particularly love walking and riding and make the most of their long summer days.
This morning I was walking into town listening to The Cello Song on my iPod and was in tears at the memories of the amazing past few days. I walk past the first dozen sculptures on the walk into town, and this afternoon I'm just about to head into the forest to see some more.
I am missing the girls now so can't stop buying them presents. Must hide my cards from myself as it really is very expensive over here.
The photo is Richie chatting with the Crown Prince and Princess. Altogether he met them three times; this time having a casual chat about his work, the second when he gifted them with a sculpture, and the third when his wife dragged him over during a break in dinner to be introduced to the serene Crown Princess and chatted in altogether too friendly a fashion with 'our Mary'. But, hey, I wasn't leaving without saying gidday and she is way too classy to brush off such eagerness.
What a blast.
Click the pic to go through to Flickr for more. Go on, you know you want to.
I don't think I've ever used the word mechanism before.
Yesterday was lovely -- the husband is doing artist talks today and then workshops for the next few days. Then we'll be off to Copenhagen for a few days and home.
I'm starting to get a little homesick for the girls.
The husband has sold five sculptures!
We went up to Princess Mary's table last night and Richie introduced me. I think I babbled but, hey, she would have promptly forgotten my existence so who cares! Richie said I was friendly and *Australian*. Is this a compliment?
Click through to Flickr for more.
Heh!
Everybody was hung over today. So funny.
My gorgeous and clever daughter commented on my last post.
And I saw Mary!
There's me chatting with Hugh and Cat.
I did buy some Pilgrim jewelery. Pilgrim is one of my favourite jewelery brands and we get very little of it in Australia so I was completely thrilled to find a whole store devoted to it in Copenhagen airport. I bought a choker necklace from a department store, which was on special for about $25, and a pair of sunglasses, very round and steampunkish.
I also purchased mascara and two eye liners as I forgot mine.
Then I went and got my hair done. Which cost an absolute fortune, the equivalent of about $130! Just for a shampoo and style!
There was a reception at the hotel for the inside sculpture exhibition and then we went out to the villa where I took the photo of the beautiful garden -- bit of a coincidence -- where we all drank lots of wine and chatted to lots of people. All good fun.
Bit slow and brain dead today though. Just resting this morning before the official opening this afternoon.
