When you like a country, you long for its people and its sceneries… You want to taste its foods, and hear its music.
But when you love a country, you cherish its very ground.
I know it might sound exagerated. People might think it is a bit too much, but I disagree. What’s more Danish then Denmark itself? You can take every Dane out of the country, and wipe every house, every church, every castle from the land, but Denmark will remain.
After walking so many days all around Vikingland, I can say without the shadow of a doubt that the Footsies never felt more at home.
So it just felt natural that I wanted to bring a piece of Denmark back with me. Soil wasn’t a wise choice, given my history with customs, no matter how not-dangerous-at-all I am, as a traveler.
Sand, on the other hand, seemed pretty harmless. And I was probably right because nobody took my sample of Klitmøller’s beach away. I also brought back a number of rocks, as shown below…
Who knows, who might have walked the same steps I have? Karen Blixen? Hans Christian Andersen, may be some people from the Royal Family?? Mads Mikkelsen??? (awwww Mads… *sigh*)
Maybe over a number of years, I’ll have enough sand and rocks to make a little spot in my apartment, where I could stand barefooted and feel in Denmark of a moment. Or maybe I’ll just keep going, until the Queen grants me honorary citizenship.
One can dream, right?