Before I begin my tale of last weekend’s bike trip, I want to share a few reoccurring observations in my life.
Doting Dads: I have never seen so many men pushing their children in strollers at one o’clock in the afternoon! At my practicum site, the headmaster told me that ten years ago when students would draw their families, the father would always be in the background reading a newspaper or working, but now children are drawing fathers as more active members of the family. I definitely notice this when I am walking around Copenhagen. There’s a course in my program called “Gender and Sexuality in Scandinavia.” I wish I could have taken it, but it didn’t fit into my schedule.
Kylie Minogue: I don’t know if I am just not cool or hip, but Kylie Minogue is really popular here. Every time I am in a store I hear her music, but I honestly haven’t listened to her in years. Also while on the subject of music, I was reading the Copenhagen cycle chic blog and wanted to share this song from a Danish singer:
Now onto Bornholm…
Last weekend, I traveled to Bornholm, a Danish island. We took an overnight ferry, slept on the floor and began our day on Saturday at 6 in the morning. I traveled with 98 other students in my program. Here were our options for the day: We could go at our own pace and see the island on our own or choose between the killer tour that was 62 kilometers or the culture tour that was 43 kilometers. So in a moment of temporary insanity, I decided it would be a good idea to go on the killer tour. (What was I thinking?!) The beginning was great. I don’t think I will ever see landscape as beautiful. Our hostel was right along the water. After biking about 25 kilometers, we stopped at a beach. The sand from this beach is used in hourglasses, so it was incredible and picturesque!
Now I am not an intense biker nor have I trained to bike 62 kilometers, so I was starting to get tired. We stopped for lunch and then wandered into a boutique where there was a wonderful sale on shoes. I decided to seize the day and buy some beautiful zebra print wedges. (I realize how ridiculous it is that I bought shoes on a bike trip, but they were worth it!) We finally got back on the trail, and unfortunately hit a long stretch of vicious wind. It got to the point where even in the first gear we could not push the pedals forward because the wind was so strong. Well it turns out two of the girls we were biking with had just biked across the U.S., so clearly I made a bad choice! My friends Hillary, Eleanor, and I decided to walk when our tour guide rode back to see us. Instead of going ahead and leaving us behind, he persisted for about two hours to motivate us and keep us with the group. I am not going to lie. This man drove me crazy, and there were times when I thought I might cry. Eventually when it got close to 4 (we had been biking since 9), he decided to move on and told Hillary and I that the hostel was only 15 kilometers straight ahead.
That was a lie… We got to a fork in the road and had no idea where to go. At that point, we got off our bikes, slowly moved to the ground since all parts of ours bodies were aching and decided that was the perfect opportunity to finish our pastries from lunch. So there we were sitting on someone’s lawn, eating pastries, lost on a Danish island at six o’clock at night. (Don’t worry this story has a happy ending). After debating what to do for twenty minutes, we eventually knocked on someone’s door, and the gentleman was kind enough to call us a taxi. We arrived just in time for dinner with a great story. Yes, I do feel guilty about taking the taxi, but I have no idea how I would have been able to keep biking.
Pictures to come later…