I love Denmark. I'm tickled that all of these people speak Danish! Don't laugh, but it's such a small language that it often feels like a secret one. I have been known to follow Danish tourists through the streets of New York--eavesdropping on their conversations--for several blocks.
Today, the sun was out--warm enough to go without hat, scarf or gloves. The weather called for ice-cream on Nyhavn. It was a wonderful afternoon. Did I say I love Denmark?
