The Taylors visited from Baltimore in September, and stayed with us for a little over a week. Here they are with Jonetta and Louis in Ystad, Sweden, a quaint little town on the Baltic. We’d rented a car for the first time in Denmark. Since we don’t have Danish licenses, we’re technically not supposed to be renting cars here. We’re free to rent in any other European country, but as Danish residents we’re supposed to have Danish licenses. Unfortunately, getting such a license requires a ridiculous expenditure of time and money. So we risked it. As long as you don’t get stopped you’re OK.
Anyway, we set out across the Øresund bridge ($55 each way) and into the wilds, or rather the milds, of southern Sweden. At which point it promptly began to rain. And we began to realize that five adults (or rather, five adult-sized humans) in a compact car does not make for happy motoring. So we reined in the itinerary and headed for the coast, which is how we wound up in Ystad. Beautiful old church and, miracle of miracles, there was a coffee bar open on a Sunday.
This part of Sweden looks a lot like Denmark, which is not too surprising because it used to be Denmark, until King Christian IV suffered a series of professional setbacks in the mid-17th century and wound up hocking a lot of real estate.
On the way home we stopped to see the “Turning Torso” building on the outskirts of Malmø:
You can usually see this building across the water from Copenhagen, though you usually can’t see how weird it is, unless it’s an exceptionally clear day.
I think John and Joyce enjoyed their trip. They took the bus downtown most days and shopped around. We also visited Tivoli one evening and had dinner in a peculiar old Danish restaurant. The weather was good.
Now Tivoli is closed and the days are growing colder and shorter. In Dyrehavn park, the stags grow restless and amorous. Fall has arrived.
