The vacation was okay. I slept awefully, for some reason (not related to this battle

), but I guess I made up for it in slacking. There wasn't much else to do anyway. The cliché that Danes speak as if they've constantly got porridge in their mouth was conclusively proven, and there was a ridiculous amount of Danish flags waving around. (Seriously, there was like one - but often two, and sometimes even more - at both ends of practically every street.) Denmark's chief export must be old people, and I can't thank Gustav Vasa enough for freeing us from those bastards.
They did have a very nice forest, though.
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