Old

In Gilbert, Arizona, a trip to the local historical museum is quite a treat.  The history of our fair town goes back at least one hundred years, and indeed....according to that great repository of information Wikipedia - had its beginnings in 1902.  It is interesting to read about it being the hay capitol of the world at one point.  One can see pictures of the Great Flood which occurred early in its history, and other rare events.

In Denmark, history is everywhere and goes back a good ways farther than 1902.

We took a trip out to Roskilde in the morning....to the church that has stood watch over the inlet for over 700 years.  It is a massive brick edifice that dwarfs any individuals standing in front of it.  Inside, the cavernous interior echoes the quiet comments made by its many visitors.  We walked through the halls that held the crypts of sleeping monarchs from centuries ago.  We stood in awe of the vaulted ceilings that were built so long ago.  We marveled at the beauty of the sculptures.  It was a tremendous experience.

SK and Kate

Look closely to see all the young people in the trucks.

From there, we traveled back into Copenhagen and beyond, to the great bridge to Sweden.  It is quite spectacular.  Once over the bridge, we made a stop in Malmoe for lunch.  Much to our surprise and amusement, we found ourselves in the middle of truckload after truckload of high school graduation revelers.

This happens in Copenhagen as well....upon completing school, the seniors don white caps, climb into the backs of large trucks and sing, dance, play loud music, toot whistles, honk horns and generally make as much noise as possible all through the city.  We stood for a half hour or more watching them go by before we were able to make an exit.  Since Kate has just graduated from school, I think she was fascinated.

I, however, graduated 50 years ago, and it just made me grateful that I don't have to be that age anymore.

A trip back to Copenhagen...and beyond took us to Amager and a quaint little town.  It is very old, and laid out neatly by the Baltic Sea....boats lined neatly up and moored.  There is an old World War II rampart that looks out over the water.  It has been remodeled into a hotel, but it still looks old and quaint.  We stood atop it - wind whipping our hair and clothing - and tried to imagine what it might have been like to be there 75 years ago.

We encountered a loppedmarked on the way home, and couldn't resist strolling through all the booths looking for irresistable bargains on used (old) items.  Kate found a little something, and I enjoyed just looking.

Our final stop was at Ismageriet....an ice cream shop that has been popular since the 60's....old.  We waited in line for our turn.  At a counter no more than 12 feet long, 8 workers scrambled to take everyone's orders.  But they managed nicely.  Everyone was contented with our purchases.

I slept in the car, which felt good, but at my age, I think more sleep would be ideal.

Time for bed!  Good night.