Denmark--Day 2!

It's so crazy to go on a vacation where you have no idea what will happen next. I didn't have anything in particular that I wanted to do that wasn't already going to be done, so I left the planning up to Kirstine. Saturday morning we went to a big market, kind of like a flea market in the states, by the North Sea. Kind of confusing that the North Sea is totally in-land, but it's still sea water so that's what they call it. It was cool and humid in the morning, but by the time we left with our goods, it had burned off and it was getting warm. We headed home for lunch (by the way, Kirstine once had a restaurant of her own so we had some pretty good eatin') and then we headed out again to a little place less than a mile away. Up the hill in the mountains a bit, there is an Iron Age village where people will actually take their holiday (vacation) and live like they did back then, with wool clothing, leather shoes, mountain-weed eating and sleeping on sticks covered with animal furs. It was fascinating to see what they have up there. I bought a whistle whittled out of wood and treated us all to a little walking music. It was amazing.
Anyway, I was super impressed with the buildings and ingenuity that is as historically accurate as they know of, from archaeological findings, because not only were the buildings sensible and effective, but I found them to be very aesthetically pleasing. Not that I am going to live in a straw covered hut, but you know what I mean.
That night we relaxed and watched some good time German Music shows, which were sooo funny to me. That's 3 "o"s. I've never seen so many accordions get such praise! The best was a band who had 5 members; a drummer (with a bandanna on his head), a guitar player, a lead singer, a mullet-wearing keyboard player. . .but not just any keyboard, no, it was one that strapped over his shoulder and had the little notch for easier use. . .picture any great 80's band. . he was my favorite, and then the accordion player. He would often do the one-leg-kicked-up as he hops across the stage kind of move. . . .know what I'm talking about? You have to. I can't think of any other way to describe it. It was a total rocker move. And on that note, I went to bed hoping for some awesome dreams.