I have a bagful of good memories from my three visits to Denmark. One of my favorites, is the day I spent in Fyn Island with a dear Danish friend of mine.
After packing a light lunch in Svendborg, where my friend used to live, we went on a cruise along the shore, before hopping on a train to visit one of Denmark’s gems, Egeskov Castle. Standing in South Fynen, the castle and its vast and spectacular property is absolutely worth a visit.
When we went, the gardens were at their best, with all flowers in full bloom, peacocks walking around (I can’t stand their ear piercing shrieks, but you have to love the brightly colored birds anyway) and since we were a bit off season, and it was the middle of the week, not too many people walking around.
We visited the castle, wandered around, checked out the exhibitions (the family has an impressive antic cars collection, and a Hans Christian Andersen paper doll exhibition, and many more, but I’ll let check it out here) took a lot of pictures, and ate our lunch under a tree.
But the most memorable moment was when we had to walk out, at closing time. We were heading to the train station. (which is at quite a distance) A big black SUV pulled by our side, and the passenger’s side window rolled down.
Are you two ladies heading for the train station?
Would you like a lift, I’m going to town…
My friend and I looked at each other, and wondered if this was a good idea. We didn’t know the man, and probably both thought about the horror stories we had heard… But it was a long walk, and we figured since there were two of us, we could take the chance.
We hopped on the back seat, and the mysterious man started asking about our day, and if we had enjoyed the visit. We chatted about how we had loved the experience, and would definately come back, and how lucky we felt for sharing these memories together, and in no time, we were at the train station.
The kind stranger waved at us, as we got out of the SUV.
Travel safe! Really glad you enjoyed yourselves at our castle!
I first thought he was just working there, but it seemed like a pretty expensive car, for someone working in a historic site…
A quick research on The Internets, while waiting for our trains confirmed what I suspected. The man who had so kindly offered a lift to us was Mr Michael Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille!
Yes, a Danish count once gave me a lift!
How cool is that?