Friday, August 29, 2014

New School Year Underway and Sofia Departs

By the end of our first week back, I was mostly over the jet lag and my room was set up. The laptop that connected to my projector was no longer supported by the district, so I had to move my desktop computer closer to the screen. Which meant setting up my desk in a different part of the classroom than it had been the past four years. Traumatic stuff, y'all.


In addition to a rearranged classroom, the big change this year is that I am teaching juniors instead of sophomores. A glance through my new rosters showed that I had about 40 kids that I taught last year. That's going to be a bit awkward.

And I am teaching a 6th period, which means no planning period. But I get paid extra for it. And though we stuck to our budget pretty well in Europe, we ended the summer with about a thousand dollars of credit card debt. So the extra period will help pay that off.

The school year started smoothly for Alex, Bella, and me. Sofia, meanwhile, was preparing for her trip to Panama. I'm not going to go into detail about why she's spending nine months in Panama, but if you don't know and want the scoop, mosey over to her blog and find out by clicking here.

It wasn't looking good for our lost suitcase. Cristina was calling every day, but it had not turned up. There's a website called wheresmysuitcase.com which we were checking every day, but it looked hopeless. The suitcase contained Cristina's clothes (some of her favorite things) and her toiletry kit (which is the size of a small suitcase, containing several sets of contacts and some jewelry, the loss of which was really bumming Cristina out). Everything I had read online about lost bags was doom and gloom. "Most missing bags are delivered within five days, but the ones that aren't have a 99% chance of being lost forever." Not real encouraging.

As we approached 2 weeks, I really had given up. (Cristina says she hadn't given up). The weekend of August 22, we planned to fill out the claim for a lost bag for compensation. The claim form involved listing every item in the bag, including the date each item was purchased and how much the item cost. Just doing that for Cristina's toiletry kit would be a nightmare. The prospect was so overwhelming that we procrastinated and did not get the claim filed.

Then, on Monday, August 25, I woke up and read an email that said our bag was scheduled for delivery. I couldn't believe it! Nearly two weeks after we had returned, the bag was dropped off at our house. Nothing was missing, nothing was broken. So glad we didn't fill out the claim form.

Two days before Sofia flew to Panama, the bag was in our possession and ready to be repacked and sent to yet another country.

 The night before departure. Bags are packed. The big one on the right is the suitcase that was missing for two weeks.


It was hard to say goodbye to Sofia, especially after spending eight weeks on the road together. It felt strange for Team Eury to be at another airport but with only one of us going through security. I don't like that feeling. Thankfully, she flew out of Gainesville, so that made it easier for us to all see her off. A few times when we were flying this summer, while passing out passports, I jokingly used names for everyone that would grate on their nerves a little bit. So our Team Eury names became Christy, Frank, Ofa, Al, and Isa. While we were waiting for Sofia to leave for Panama, I told Team Eury that it had been a pleasure to travel with them and called them all by their joke names. Needed to lighten the mood a bit.


Sofia got settled in Panama City and we chat with her via What's App or Skype, Just about every day. I can't wait to see how the experience changes her. Shes going to totally rock college next year with a year of spiritual and emotional growth under her belt, a heavy dose of independent living, and the international and language experience.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Europe Superlatives

As we were driving for one of the last times in Europe, we made a list of the best and worst things in Europe. Some of these have been discussed already in blog posts, some haven't. Some choices were unanimous, some were debatable. Here goes:

Best rental car: Germany (Volvo)
Worst rental car: UK (Skoda)
Commentary: All five of our rental cars were fine, but the Volvo was the roomiest and had the nicest luxury features. The high-tech cruise control was amazing. The Skoda didn't necessarily lose points for being the only steering-wheel-on-right-side car, but that didn't help. Plus, we got that pesky flat tire. And it was gasoline instead of diesel. We originally got a Mercedes in London but had to exchange it for the Skoda because the cigarette lighter (i.e. gps charger) didn't work. Would we have a different "worst" if the Mercedes had come through? We'll never know.

Best radio stations: UK (BBC)
Worst radio stations: Denmark
Commentary: The BBC is fantastic. The music selections were varied and pleasant. The announcers conducted interviews with artists and had interesting conversations with each other (unlike the banal chit-chat American radio personalities often resort to), there was a full-Gaelic station in Scotland, and one station broadcast the Glastonbury music festival live. BBC introduced us to our song of the summer: George Ezra's Budapest. Denmark radio, on the other hand, mostly played American pop. And not even good American pop. It was like Kiss 105 with Danish-speaking DJs. No thanks. I did hear a few Danish songs that I really loved, though, so it wasn't all bad. These made it into my photo slideshow.

Best Landscape: Switzerland
Worst landscape: England
Commentary: In all fairness, England has beautiful landscapes. We just didn't happen to drive through them (though arriving in Glossop was very pretty). The freeway from London to Manchester was about as unattractive a drive as you can get. Switzerland was gorgeous, especially the closer you get to the Alps. The Lenk area (Lenk, Gstaad, Lauenensee) holds the record for the most beautiful place we visited all summer.

Best traffic: Germany (autobahn)
Worst traffic: UK
Commentary: The autobahn is a beautiful thing. Just knowing that you don't have to worry about a speeding ticket makes driving much more pleasant. And it wasn't as nerve-wracking as some had told us. Just stay out of the way of the Audis doing 150mph and you're golden. The UK gets the down-vote because driving on the left side of the road makes simple traffic navigation require too much thought.

Best public transport: London's Tube
Worst public transport: tie: Freiburg, Germany and Copenhagen metro
Commentary: The Tube. Easy to use. Relatively cheap. Fast. Efficient. Exactly what public transport should be. We saw so much of the things on our London list only because of the Tube. I only had one hiccup, and that was getting on the wrong train during rush hour. I burned up an hour getting back to where I needed to be. But it was a memorable experience! The bus system in Freiburg, where I went by myself to get the rental car, was not very user-friendly. No clear route maps, unclear pickup spots, driver didn't speak English. I was lucky to get off at the right place and find the car rental. The Copenhagen metro from the university area to the airport wasn't very intuitive either. I almost got on the wrong train there too.

Best freeway rest stops: Denmark
Worst freeway exits: Denmark
Danish rest stops were gorgeous. Well-manicured foliage, a picnic table for every parking spot, clean bathrooms. The freeway exits, though did not offer any amenities that travelers in the US expect. Few gas stations, and fewer places to eat. Almost every exit looked like an industrial park.

Best city driving: Frankfurt
Worst city driving: Hamburg
Commentary: Driving through Hamburg without a GPS during rush hour, using printed Google maps directions, was hellacious. Some streets change names at intersections, so it's easy to think you're on the right path when you're not. Driving through Copenhagen without a GPS was also tricky. Hard to see street signs, which are often mounted to the sides of buildings. Frankfurt seemed well laid out, with wide streets. And it was easy enough to make u-turns if a street was missed.

Best airport: Edinburgh
Worst airport: Gatwick
Everyone is pleasant at EDI, even the normally-cranky immigration officers. Gatwick feels old and rundown. The lady at immigration made a snide comment about Scotland's independence referendum.

Hottest Day: July 28, Hamburg/Copenhagen
Coldest Day: North Denmark, Hals

Best-priced groceries: Germany
Worst-priced groceries: Switzerland
After the high prices of Switzerland, shopping at Aldi in Germany was such a relief. "Get anything you want!"

Best Swiss tortillas: Denner
Worst Swiss tortillas: Coop

Best Playground: Scotland, Duff House
Worst playground: US

Best Currency exchange: Swiss Francs
Worst: Danish Kroner

Best Wi-fi was in Germany

Best free entertainment: Hamburg/Bielefeld
Worst: Frankfurt

Best Library: Hals

Memorable Wildlife: Hedgehog in Denmark

Best Power Outlet Aesthetics: Switzerland
Worst: UK

Best Engineering Innovation: Meile Oven in Frankfurt

Best Blinds: Germany

Best Parking: Scotland
Worst parking: Switzerland

Easiest Car Rental: Copenhagen
Most difficult car rental: Freiburg

Nicest bus drivers: Denmark
Commentary: we rode buses in all five countries we visited, and I can't say that any of the drivers were mean or unfriendly. But I noticed that the Copenhagen bus drivers were very chill and barely gave my bus pass a glance. The Freiburg bus driver was nice too but didn't

Best late night grocery shopping: UK
Commentary: grocery stores tend to close early in Denmark and Switzerland. The Tescos in the UK stay open all night, which came in handy a few times.


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Back to Gainesville, 50 pounds lighter

Our missing bag was not waiting for us in Orlando. Wito met us in the airport and helped us get our bags. We waited at the carousel for the last bag till it was obviously not coming. Cristina filled out the missing bag claim while Wito got the van.

746853. The missing bag.

Wito drove us home because I needed to get some sleep so I could go to work. I had trouble falling asleep though and lightly dozed for maybe 15 minutes.

At home, we unloaded the van, got the kids in bed, and headed there ourselves. I think I finally went to sleep around 4 am. My alarm was set for 7:30.

It was weird being in my bed. As I got ready for work, the house felt strange. Like it wasn't ours anymore. Our suitcases littered the living room, vestiges of our travels. I headed to GHS where a breakfast would hopefully have enough coffee to keep me alive throughout the day.

No coffee at the breakfast.

By the time I got to my classroom with some quiet alone time, I just sat. I stared at my classroom, sparkling clean, everything still packed away. I had missed the first two days of pre-planning, so I needed to get my room ready, but I felt brain dead. I checked my email, but mostly just stared blankly at the screen. Or at the room. My brain was not into this teaching thing. My heart was still in Europe.

I was in such a fog of lack of sleep and adjustment back to normal routine that I barely remember talking to anyone. A few colleagues asked me about my travels, and I guess I gave them some kind of response. Not sure.

I called Cristina and told her how overwhelmed I was with my classroom. So Cristina brought the kids by and we all chipped in and moved furniture, got my computer set up, and arranged the tables and chairs. Team Eury still going strong!

Cristina called Delta to check on our missing bag. No luck. They said most bags are found within a day or two, and then it will be delivered to our house.

I thought the first meal I'd eat back in the States was going to be a burger, and Loosey's has discounted burgers on Wednesdays, but Jarue invited us over to her place for dinner, so that's what we did. Afterwards, we went home and I got a much-needed somewhat-normal night of sleep.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

"It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage."

Here's a breakdown of how many kilometers (and miles) we have driven on this trip (not including day trips to grocery stores or nearby attractions):

USA (Gainesville to MCO, round-trip): 400 km (250 miles)
Denmark (I): 1,280 km (800 miles)
UK: 1,350 km (840 miles)
Switzerland: 903 km (560 miles)
Germany: 885 km (550 miles)
Denmark (II): 2,108 km (1,310 miles)

Total distance driven: 6,926 km (4,304 miles)

And here's the distance we flew:

MCO - JFK - AMS - CPH: 7,994 km (4,969 miles)
CPH - LGW: 982 km (610 miles)
EDI - BSL: 1,190 km (739 miles)
CPH - AMS - ATL - MCO: 8,354 km (5,188 miles)

Total distance flown: 18,520 km (11,506 miles)

Heading home

The bags were packed. I woke up and took my last shower in the teeny bathroom, cooked a hearty breakfast of eggs, and tried to use up as much of our groceries as possible.

Once we were done cleaning up the house, it was time to load the car. This would be the first time we'd be loading a car with five big bags. I mean, we had five bags when we left Florida, but one of those was a relatively small green duffle bag. That bag was now replaced with Trine's gigantic suitcase. It would be a challenge, but at least it was only an hour's drive or so.

Packing the car commenced. The final result was that the kids had to have the big blue duffel bag (which weighed 50 pounds) across their laps. That and the trunk cargo cover things that had to be removed from the trunk in order to fit the other bags.

Bella complained that the other two only had the bag on half of their laps, and she had the bag on her entire lap. Sigh.

Here is an example of my thriftiness during this trip: I had to return the car with a full tank of gas. But I knew from careful fuel meter observation that I could drive 100 kilometers before the indicator went visibly below the F. So I wanted to top off the tank somewhere around 100 kilometers from the airport. Which I did. My apologies to the person who next rents this car.

We got to the airport on time and had no trouble returning the car. Renting from Sixt at the Copenhagen airport was definitely my favorite car renting experience. Easy, fast, no fuss. And no, they did not pay me to say that.

We checked our five bags in and had a nice chat with the girl at the check-in counter. She asked if we had used a scale for the bags because they were all so close to the limit, but none went over. We complained about the crappy batteries we had bought at Kvickly. She asked if we'd bought the store brand multi-pack (she even described the packaging exactly). "Yeah, those don't work well," she said. Should have gone with the Energizers!

We weren't ready to eat lunch, so we took our food through security. I forgot that the jar of olives wouldn't make it through (if I'd just drained them, it would have been okay). So we lost those.

We got to our gate and I made sandwiches. Cutting the tomatoes with a plastic knife obtained from the Food Market was sloppy, but better than nothing.






The flight to Amsterdam was fine. We had our time zones a little off, and we thought we had more time to get to our connecting flight than we did. When we got to the gate, they were anxiously awaiting us, and we were almost the last ones to get on. So that was awkward.

Bella was disappointed in this KLM plane. It seemed a little older than the Delta plane we flew over on, The video screens were older and dimmer. But there were plenty of movies to keep us occupied. Unlike the flight over, where we needed to go to sleep to minimize the jet lag, we needed to stay awake through this whole flight (and then sleep in the car on the way home). That meant it was movie time. I think most of us got four entire movies watched, though I was barely finishing the last few minutes of my fourth movie when we landed in Atlanta. I watched Captain America: the Winter Soldier, The Two Faces of January, Cuban Fury, and Saving Mr. Banks. I enjoyed all of them. I watched Cuban Fury because during Two Faces of January I kept looking at the screen in the row in front of me, where someone was watching Cuban Fury. Looked funny, so I gave it a shot. I liked all of the movies.

On the ground in Atlanta, waiting to deplane

In Atlanta, we had to pick up our luggage and then take it through customs before our final flight to Orlando. We got four of our five bags, but Trine's bag was a no-show. We asked the employees and they said it most likely would be waiting for us in Orlando, but if not, that would be the place to file a missing bag claim. Ugg. Okay.

As we sat at the gate in the Atlanta airport, waiting to board our final airplane of this trip, I was tired. And the smell of the fast food places near the gate was so strong. Not in a pleasant I'm-missing-me-some-Burger-King strong, but like nauseating fried grease strong.

It was close to midnight when we boarded our last plane. Five jet lagged zombies heading to Florida after 56 nights in Europe. Soon we would be on our own beds for the first time since June 17. And I had to be at work in eight hours!




Monday, August 11, 2014

Packing Day

We had this day set aside for nothing but packing. The kids mostly stayed out of the way while Cristina and I carefully nestled our breakables (jars of jam, bottles of syrup) inside our suitcases, always with an eye on the precious luggage scale.

Packing Central
The Ziplock "space bags" were a pain to use all summer, but it would have been tough to do it without them.

The luggage scale battery, the button kind, had been dying the last time we used it, and we needed it badly today. When it started crapping out with the low battery signal, Cristina and I rode bikes down to the Kvickly to buy new batteries. I felt kind of silly riding what I assume was Charlie's bike. A bit small for me, but who cares.

The breakables and liquids waiting for a home

They had two options: a five-pack of store-brand for 30 dkk, or a two-pack of Energizers for the same price. I mulled it over and decided to trust the quality of the store-brand. Surely 5 is better than 2.
Back at home, we hadn't had a fresh battery in longer than 30 minutes before we were getting the low battery indicator again. I wound up using 3 of the 5 batteries just to get everything packed.

Sofia found a squished chocolate croissant and put it out of its misery.

The kids watched some DVDs on our laptop upstairs, Cristina and I put some things in the cellar for Trine (bikes, patio table and chairs).

By nighttime, everything was in our five bags, each one very close to 50 pounds.


After we were in our PJs, Cristina washed the clothes we'd worn this day. They would be packed into our carry-ons as our extra outfits, which meant we were bringing no dirty clothes home. One of the advantages of having a dryer accessible!


Sunday, August 10, 2014

One last European beach before we head back to Florida

I woke up at 8 for some reason, and everyone else, including Bella, did not wake till 10. Weird.

Bella and I walked down to Kvickly and got some last groceries to get us through the next two days.

Determined to do something to escape the opium den of wi-fi, we finally set out for Marielyst Strand, voted the best beach in Denmark for many years in a row. Unfortunately for us, it was very windy and a bit chilly. But we got a nice walk in and enjoyed breathing the salty air.







We watched Finding Neverland while we ate dinner of soup and bread. Cristina made baked pears with caramel for dessert.

Tomorrow...we pack for the last time!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Chilling at the Halfway House

A halfway house is a place where convicted criminals who have completed their sentence live to begin the process of reintegration with society. As I've anticipated our final days in Nykøbing, the word decompression has often come to mind. But as we arrived, the concept of a halfway house seemed appropriate too. Though I would never compare our summer in Europe to serving a penal sentence, having a place that's not quite visiting and not quite home serves as a refreshing salve to the mental, physical, and social fatigue which I feel.

I realize you don't use salve for fatigue, but I chose to mix my medical metaphors. And use alliteration. I have to start getting back into English-teacher mode.

Today was exactly what I wanted. We slept late. We ate fried eggs and hot ciabatta. I had two big cups of steaming coffee. Cristina washed clothes. I worked on my blog. Bella made pasta for lunch. I didn't take a shower until 5:30 pm.

Speaking of showers, the one here is worth a mention. It's not a complaint, just an observation. I kinda wish I'd taken pictures of all the showers we've used this summer. If I had, this one would be the star. The house here is small, but the bathroom is incredibly compact. Go into your shower right now. Close the door or curtain. Now picture having a toilet and sink in there with you. For those of you with gigantic showers, this exercise in spatial visualization may not be effective, and for that reason, I will now supply photos.

 The bathroom is under the ladder, er, I mean stairs to the upstairs sleeping room.

 Is it a half bath?

Nope, it's a full bath!

See? That's the shower head.


We watched Horton Hears a Who, Meet the Fockers, and Grease. Yeah, it was that kind of day!

While Cristina and I prepared a simple dinner of rice and garbanzos and salad (using some of Trine's tomatoes), we sent the kids to the park to have a little bit of outside time.

World Power

United Kingdom: The first time we plugged something in in London, I thought our adapters didn't work. I finally realized that I didn't have the outlet turned on. Having an on/off switch for each outlet seems to be a UK-wide thing. This photo was taken in Steve's house in Musselburgh, Scotland.

Switzerland: Note the interesting arrangement of the three outlets, almost like a flower. Leave it to Switzerland; even their outlets are beautiful! This trio of outlets is recessed, but not all outlets in Switzerland are. Taken in Karin and Stefan's kitchen.


Germany: The holes are the same as Switzerland and Denmark, but the German outlets typically have little springy clips that enable the plug to be held tightly in place. One in Kurt's flat was so tight that I was afraid I was going to break the plug I had to pull it so hard. None of that unplugging-the-vacuum-cleaner-by-yanking-the-cord-from-the-wall in this country. Taken in Marion and Harry's bathroom.

Denmark: The United Kingdom is not the only country with outlet switches. The top two switches are for the lights, and the single one is for the outlet. Taken in Mette's parents' summer house in Bjerghuse.

Friday, August 8, 2014

København = COO bin ha in = Copenhagen

I hadn't planned on anyone eating breakfast before we left, because it was so early. But as I made a pot of coffee, Cristina, Alex, and Bella all came to the kitchen hungry. So they had some toast. We loaded up our cooler, gave hugs, and hit the road. As I pulled out of the driveway, the clock said 7:35. We were on target for getting to the dragon fountain at the center of Copenhagen by 10:30.

Our last trip across the $42 bridge was notable for the majestic wall of clouds. It looked like we were crossing a bridge into Heaven!

We only stopped once, for a bathroom break. We made good time on the road and I dropped off the family at the dragon fountain right at 10:30. The plan was for me to then drive to the parking garage I had scouted out online, park, then walk to the dragon fountain by 11. I had printed out google maps directions from the dragon fountain to the parking garage.

Then I hit a snag.

The streets in Copenhagen are not labeled very clearly. The street names are (sometimes) on the sides of buildings on the corners of intersections. Some buildings, but not all. And some corners, but not all. They can be hard to spot, even if you're not also trying to navigate Copenhagen traffic from behind the wheel. So I couldn't find the very first street I needed to be on. And to add to the difficulties, the car was so packed that I had no visibility out the back window, so I really didn't want to get into tight spots where I needed to make 3-point turns to backtrack. I finally circled around enough scanning for street signs to find the street that I needed. But by this point, I didn't know where I was on that street in relation to the next street I needed. So I'd drive as slowly as possible looking for the next street. If I felt like I had gone too far, I'd turn around and go back the other way until I found it. This continued from Vesterbrogade to the oh-so-memorable (and my personal favorite) Oehlenschlægersgade to Matthæusgade, where I finally found my parking garage right at 11. I texted Cristina and told them to go with the tour and I would catch up.


It took me another ten minutes to figure out the parking ticket machine. It had a button for English, which translated the welcome screen, but then as I put my MasterCard in, it reverted to Danish. There was no one around to help, so I used my phone to translate the message it gave me (which told me there was a problem with my card and to retry). The good news is this parking garage only cost 11 dkk an hour (about $2) which is cheap parking for Copenhagen. I started walking to meet the family.

I asked a couple of times to make sure I was going the right way on the way to the dragon fountain. Ironically, I was stopped by a couple of tourists who asked me for directions to a grocery store. I just happened to have passed a Lidl, so I could actually tell them how to get there. Small victory.

I think I got to the dragon fountain around 11:45. Cristina had been sending me texts of where they were with the tour, and I used the tourist map near the dragon fountain, as well as the notoriously unreliable google maps app on my phone, to chase after them. Once, when I finally got to Højbro Plads, where they were, Cristina sent another message saying they were now at Kongens Nytorv. When I looked that up on my phone it looked so far! I wondered if I was going to spend the whole tour one step behind them. But they stopped for a break at Kongens Nytorv, and I caught up with them there.

The second half of the walking tour was nice. The guide spoke loudly and broke up the walking with enough interesting tidbits to make it meaningful but not too talky. And it was easy enough to take pictures during the walk without feeling rude.

 I found the kids where anyone would expect to find their kids. In a pub.


 Hans Christian Andersen's home. He wasn't in.

 The iconic Nyhavn (pronounced "New Haven" in English, or "new ha in" in Danish). Perhaps the other most recognizable part of Copenhagen (along with the Little Mermaid statue). This used to be the red light district of Copenhagen, but the Beatles never played here. :)


 At the harbor. The opera house is in the background on the right, and on the left (the farthest building away) is the world headquarters of shipping giant Maersk.

 Opera house. Like any modern building built in the midst of very old architecture, some love it, some hate it.

 In front of the Queen's residence. Danes take pride in how close their royalty are to the common people. We could literally walk right up to the front of her palace, and the plaza in front is a working roundabout.

We were late getting back to the car (long walk) but we didn't get a ticket or anything.

 Since we had no other plans, we drove to the Little Mermaid statue for a picnic lunch (in the same park where I took a selfie a week ago). The forecast had said only a 10% chance of rain, and that 10% happened during our lunch. The lunch was a little bit of a disaster. I cut my thumb while slicing a tomato and dropped the tomato on the ground. Cristina dropped the goat's cheese she was cutting. The kids didn't like the dark bread we bought. The kids argued and picked at each other. And it was raining. I thought about all the people who, when they heard about our summer plans, asked if we'd kill each other by the end of the trip.

But then the rain stopped and attitudes improved. Mermaid time. I tried to position myself so that the tourists were mostly hidden behind the kids, and then the tour boat floated into the shot. Good grief, I give up.

 Just me and my international friends, hanging with the mermaid. Carlsberg beer tycoon Carl Jacobsen commissioned the statue, which was completed in 1913. It's been a big tourist draw ever since. Carl wanted ballerina Ellen Price to model for the sculpture, but she didn't want to pose nude, so the sculpter, Edvard Eriksen, used his wife, Eline, as a model for the body. (The head is Ellen Price.)

I was really drowsy after lunch, and should have gotten a cup of coffee, but I didn't feel like stopping, so on we went. We made it to Nykøbing and Trine's house by 8 pm.


 Some Danish coins have a hole in the middle. Alex put a bunch of them on a string, just because.

Trine left this mini Danish graduation cap for Sofia. It came from a teddy bear.

I was so exhausted, I didn't want to unpack or do anything. But we did unload the car, we met Pi, the next door neighbor, and we parked the car across the street at another neighbor's house (instead of on the street, where drunks can sometimes bump your car). Cristina and I walked down to the Kiwi grocery store to get a few items. We made soup for dinner.

One Big Happy Family

A gigantic thank you to our wonderful hosts throughout this summer adventure. You housed us, fed us, entertained us, educated us, drove us, helped us, cheered us, and blessed us, but best of all you are our extended family. We look forward to seeing you all again!

Jesper and Mette with Ida and Freddy
Arhus, Denmark

Marion and Harald with Sören
Skagen, Denmark

David and Trine with Charlie and Anna
Nykøbing Falster, Denmark

Sue
London, England

Les and Helen
Glossop, England


Lyn and Ope (via Skype) with Seyi and Tobi
Insch, Scotland

Arlene and Dennis Malone
Banff, Scotland


Steve and Laura with Seren and Ayden
Edinburgh, Scotland


Stefan and Karin with Linda and Robin (and Polo)
Lenk, Switzerland


Brigitte and Emanuel with Elisabeth, Neil, Matthias, Anne, Beatrice, and Dominique
Langenthal, Switzerland


 Kurt
Frankfurt, Germany

Marion and Harald with Sören
Externsteiner (near Blomberg) Germany


Viktoria (Martin's roommate)
Hamburg, Germany


Jesper and Mette, with Mette's parents Mogens and Birte, and brother Søren (and Ida, Freddy, and Nelson the dog)
Holstebro, Denmark