August 17th-20th, 2017
For most Germans catching a glimpse of coastal waters is something that can commonly be realized after taking a Nickerchen or being teased by the local Schwimmbad unless you come from the North. Therefore spending a holiday by the North or Baltic Sea has become quite a popular past time for this inland country that sits in the heart of Europe. Unfortunately, every adventure going tourist seemed to have the desire to hit the road during some of the most critical months for road maintenance and construction on the Autobahn making for one long journey even by car.
Joining this trend I miraculously made my way to Herning, a city located on the west side of Jutland after taking enough bus and train connections to exceed counting by hand. Thankfully, the taste of Germany I brought along for the journey arrived safe and sound in Skjern that was soon devoured by my hungry hosts.
Feeling guilty of our decisions we decided to make our way over to the Fjord, a narrow, steep-sided inlet connected to the sea formed after the last Ice Age from melting glaciers.
To my surprise, we discovered an observation tower at the end of the trail overlooking a lagoon and all of its wildlife but no submarine was to be found.
However, on our the way back to the farmhouse we did find wild rose hips but I was left with a mouth full of seeds after biting too deep into it’s surface.
Despite the isolation in these quiet plains, my ears were made attuned to the familiar sound of Deutsch after meeting a German family crossing a stream on what seemed to be a self-serving bridge powered by a rope tow.
At home, the fun continued after a neighbor stopped by with a freshly cut organically raised and fed pig for the family. No effort was spared in saving every part for the firey heat of the grill.
Yes, even the heart too…
To make matters more interesting another pig seemed to make its way to our dinner plate served as what the Danes call Stegt flaesk.
Just down the road from my cousins old stomping grounds is home to the oldest whiskey distillery in the country. To the delight of the locals, they also have received a prize for being the best European rye whisky below seven years in the Whisky magazine awards and the best European single malt.
More locally grown in the backyard was a plentiful source of blueberries, plums, apples, beans and more that were freshly picked for another meal we prepared for a family who was making their way over to the homestead for dinner.
Not to mention more pork…
Just down the road, I had the opportunity the visit an organic farm of the gentleman who claims the fame of being the one responsible for persuading my host to stay in Europe after making a similar exchange at my age, as if his pig delivery wasn’t convincing enough.
Fortunately, a few little guys somehow seemed to make it by.
No matter where I traveled I couldn’t seem to get these animals off of my mind. Despite not having any to-go stands in the area it wasn’t hard to get a taste of a few Rød pølse served with a cold glass of chocolate milk.
Cleansing myself of this massive feast of pork, I made my way over to Lønborg Church where my host tends to maintain the beauty of the grounds.
Thank you for making my birthday so special!
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