Vacation home horror stories are a European summer vacation classic (Whaaa?! Nobody told us about the sewage plant next door! Why is there no electricity? Are these attack dogs next door really as kid friendly as their drunken owners tell us? When does the outdoor disco across the street stop pumping techno beats?). Well, google maps and streetview sure help sort out the challenging locations. And we kinda lucked out with a groovy "Ice Storm" style 70s bungalow with a massive garden complete with sandbox, swings and a campfire setup. The ocean's a brief walk down the street lined with quaint Scandinavian vacation homes hidden behind lush trees and hedges. And we are definitely the loudest party around here.
Yup, we're definitely enjoying that bourgie beach suburbia lifestyle. Karl loves to just lounge out, starting with some book reading in the morning, raiding the owner's daughter's toy cabinet for puzzles and Donald Duck comcis (the great advantage of illiteracy - it doesn"t matter that they're all in Danish).
And then there was of course the other vacation classic - inflating the kiddie pool bought at the fabulous SuperBrugsen. I think SuperBrugsen is Danish for we-gonna-make-your-creditcard-bleed. Everyday prices in Denmark are pretty impressive even by Munich's standards. But it's impossible to resist the local fishmongers offerings down by the little fishing port. So we had some very tasty shrimp dish that was as good but also as pricey as having a similar dish at BLT Fish. Well, Fred deserves a Michelin star, so we won't start to skimp on the shrimp around here.
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