This charming pond has miniature floating homes. Anchored to the bottom, the homes slowly revolve with each gentle breeze. Mesmerizing.
Favorite pausing spots for the day.
America doesn’t have villages with homes cluster around a church and outside the cluster of homes miles and miles of open fields. Nyord is such a idealic place. Locals tell me they receive 300,000 tourists annually. Yikes.
A five-inch tall downy Vibeunge was waddling across the road. A burst of wind lifted him up and soundly dropped him. He rolled over and over like tumbleweed. The Vibeunge righted himself, gave a few shakes as if stumbling from a few too many drinks, then ambled across the road. I think I was more traumatized than the bird.
Classic black. Understated black. Chic black. Are you this bold? All have sea views.
The outskirt of Stege is a more natural and inviting version of the America’s suburbs.
It’s now or never. Stege has the only bakery on Møn. Without a second thought, I loaded up on pastries. Isn’t flakey pastries the perfect and complete fuel for walking? PBJ comes in a distant second.
Stege is the only metropolitis on Møn. If you can’t find it on Main Street, it’s not to be had.
Home sweet home.
Kong Asher’s Høj burial mound dates to the New Stone Age. A mile away, it looked like a giant pimple or an otherwise flat landscape. It had to to have been a man made feature or a flying saucer covered with dirt.
Linda Scandore 