Because We Can

  8:30 saw us at the ferry dock for the first of our two ferry rides today. The first is from Aero Island on the way back to Copenhagen, then this afternoon we take the overnight ferry from Copenhagen to Oslo, Norway. Linda relaxing at the stern of the ferry. Coming out to the island we rode out on the wooden benches of the exposed upper deck. Older, wiser and more experience today, we rode on the enclosed lower deck where we had reclining upholstered seats with a great view, and no wind. I should mention that’s Linda’s first words this morning were a very loud, “I forgot to to put the patch on last night.” Place Linda on one of the seven seas, or a large mud puddle for that matter, and before too long the inside of her stomach resembles a hurricane force wind tossed seascape. Thus the absolute necessity of having her body full of motion sickness medication long before the first wave strikes her water borne means of conveyance. Being the loving husband I placed the small medic...

  The ferry at the dock early this morning looked somewhat like a giant shark with its mouth open wide. At this hour the streets are deserted and no sounds waft up to our room from the cobblestones of the street below. There is a large peaceful garden area behind our B&B. Hearing the noise of running water, we discovered a koi pond. A minute or two later and Linda was in 7th heaven. She definitely got her chicken fix. I kept telling Linda it seemed like I was almost off balance in our room. From the slope require to square up the doors it looks like I knew what I was talking about. Of course now that I know that really does slope it no longer bothers me. It was also interesting to discover that all the huge beams holding up the roof that we can see exposed in the large sitting area outside our room are held together with wooden pegs. No visit to Aero is complete without a visit to the Peter Ship in a Bottle Museum. It’s not everyday you get to view the world’s larg...

  Time to checkout of our Copenhagen hotel this morning. One thing I find interesting is how the baggage situation is evolving. With every stop it seems that something migrates from Linda’s bag to my bag. Not saying there is anything underhanded going one, but…. So here we are, spending three months traveling in Europe while trying to pack as light as possible, in which case you may be able to understand my puzzlement over this. This being a bag of six, yes six pens, two pencils, plus a pack of pen refills and a container of pencil leads. Oh, and don’t forget the Sharpie. When I inquired of she who packs as to what earthly reason there was for me to be carrying all that around, her reply was, “You never know when you are going to run out or lose one. It makes me shutter to think what I might find if I looked in some of the bags she packed and has me carrying. Ignorant, but smart Bob.   Linda took this on for you John. You taught her well. (Sorry readers, inside joke.) ...