North and South

Jordan and I headed up to Denmark to spend the Easter weekend with my extended family.

As most of you are probably already aware, flying and I don't mesh too well. We had to board a tiny plane for Copenhagen from Lyon. 

Jordan held my hand and sang 'you are my sunshine' during the flight, which meant that of course we were fine.

Ok, ok, trip to Denmark - It was fantastic! We were able to drive to Roskilde on our own and then meet up with the family there the first day. Roskilde is a town where many viking-type things have been found. There's a museum there and also the cathedral where Denmark's royalty are buried. It was all very lovely. Look!

Old viking ship at the museum

It was cold!

We had a great time with Johan and Asger as we always do. They kept us entertained every day but particularly during the evenings. 

               On Saturday we went to wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen with Micha + Søren (without the children). It snowed that morning. I was very cold. Mr. 'I'm from Utah was fine'.

We love Copenhagen

               The next day was a trip down to Møns Klint where the big, white chalk cliffs are. That evening, we all had a haircut (except Jordan). We took Asger to Møns Klint and tugged him up and down hundreds of steps (no exaggeration). 

We somehow missed the cliffs in this one

Haircut!

We then took the scary teeny plane back to Lyon. Here is a 'I'm in a scary teeny plane' pic

We had dinner out the evening that we arrived home. Look how sweet Jordan looked! (I think he suits up well)

                                             SOUTH

 On Tuesday we jumped on a bus and headed down to Avignon in the south of France. It's a cute little Medieval town that used to be the home of the pope (there were apparently two back then). It was stunning. We danced on the bridge, as the French children's song counsels and laughed at our dumpy accommodation.

The bridge in Avignon!

We had a day trip to the town of Nîmes, where there are a lot of well preserved Roman constructions. The world's best preserved Roman theatre is in Nîmes. We went there to check it out and we were both equally grossed out by the gladiator stories, but enjoyed climbing to the tops of the theatre (seriously! Where were the railings??? This would never happen in Australia).

The 4 and a half bus ride that we had to take back home was exhausting... But we made it! And hey, we only paid 15 euros each way (thank you, Eurolines). Jordan's last days here were spent talking to me and listening to Bob Dylan, basically. It was good, it was very lovely. We were very happy kicking back after all that travel.

Food Art

Then Jordan left and we were both very sad... And the reality of exams starting up next week and the fact that minimal preparation has been done for them finally started to set in. AHHHHHH! Bad day.

The End