Last week, I was in Aalborg for my boyfriend’s father’s 66th birthday party. I was really hoping to be able to document a Danish birthday, and I looked forward to it all week. Sadly, I was feeling under the weather last Saturday, and I ended up sleeping for most of the weekend. Now I have absolutely nothing to write about this week…
Except for the trip itself.
So, this is another glaring example of why I am a stereotypical American. When I first got to Denmark, my boyfriend (the Viking) and I had a conversation that pretty much went as follows:
Viking: Would you like to visit my parents this weekend?
Me: Duh. When do we leave?
V: Well, you should know it’s going to be a really long trip. It’s four hours away.
V: …because it’s on the other side of the country.
Me: …the other side of the country…in four hours…
Me: I can’t even drive halfway through my state in 4 hours…
In my American head, a cross-country road trip can only be accomplished in several days. I remember every long car ride that I’ve endured in my 26 years: including but not limited to, Kansas to the Grand Canyon, Oklahoma to Pennsylvania, and Philadelphia to Chicago. These were all incredibly long drives, so I can’t imagine the amount of time it takes to travel across the US by car. It blew my mind that Mo and I could span an entire country in such a short amount of time. Once again, I’ve been reminded of my general ignorance, because of course not every country is as big as the United States.
Now that I have been in Denmark for a few months, I’ve made a few trips to Aalborg. Each time it’s the same. We leave Copenhagen and drive west across the island of Zealand, cross Storebæltsbroen (the Great Belt Bride) to the island of Funen, cross Lillebæltsbroen (the Small Belt Bridge) to mainland Jutland, and then continue north to Aalborg. Easy Peasy.
It really is a gorgeous drive, but I wasn’t really able to prove it. Despite always having my phone on me, I have never been good at remembering to take pictures. So, when people back home ask what I’ve seen in Denmark, I have nothing to show them except for a few snapshots on Instagram. This time, I was determined to get a few good stills to document our four hour trek to Northern Jutland. I was moderately successful, but I am definitely not a photographer.
So there you have it. A few modest pictures of the Danish countryside. When I was asked to compare it to an American landscape, I found it somewhat difficult. But recently, I decided that it most reminds me of Lancaster County in Pennsylvania. It’s fairly flat, with some rolling hills, and the rural countryside is peppered with quaint little farms. I’ve always enjoyed visiting Amish Country, so it’s no surprise that I also enjoy riding through Denmark.
It’s a beautiful and incredibly peaceful drive. I’m starting to get used to these short but sweet cross-country journeys, so I’m afraid I’m going to start complaining about the long drives I’m going to have to deal with back in the USA.
Future Angie: “Boston? That’s SIX hours from Philly! I can drive across Denmark in less time…