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.
The Bogø Mill and a flower farm are specialities for the neighboring island of Bogø.
Møn is a 237 square mile island located 75 miles south of Copenhagen. Møn is UNESCO site featuring spectacular Ice Age glacier landscape. All this to be explored by me!
Baby on board. Stackable…backpack, baby seat. When mother and baby took the bed beside me, I admit I was less than hospitable. Think about it from the mother’s perspective as she could never set the baby down. No showers or trips to the toilet without infant. Feeding is simple…breast feed. But what about the diapers? I can’t imagine a box of pampers in her backpack. I hadn’t the constitution to ask.
Barking security dogs are replaced by companion dogs. Not one barks!
Local haunts…
I’ve become a tic on a page. Since 2013, the café proprietor keeps a yearly account of the nationality of pilgrims. He’s anxious I mark my tic and shows no concern that water is flooding off me onto the dry floor.
Hold on to the morning light. Colors are saturated and the sharpest.
Colors becoming warmer.
My energy is fast fading when a car pulled over. The driver enthusiastically said, “Santiago!” He handed me a bag with a bottle of cold water and 2 chilled apples. Just what I needed. Just what a dozen other pilgrims needed today and also received.
When the scenery is dull, bits and pieces become notable. I walk zig-zag to claim patches of shadow. Weaving along provides different perspectives.
Linda Scandore 