the nice thing about hitting denmark without a plan has to be these daisies… they mark the way for the scenic routes and bring me through the best countryside a motorbike could wish for… (limited of course to what denmark has to offer… convenient, yes… magical, no)
today was one of those relaxing meandering days… everything pretty much perfect.* i’ve been on the road a week and am starting to hit my stride…. i know my head is properly into it when i’m no longer questioning my premise… there is just simple acceptance. i am here. this is what i am supposed to be doing. what else is there.
i’ve thought about this trip for so long that it has been hard for me to believe i’m actually doing it. there are moments of thinking, oh, this is just me out for a motorbike ride… forgetting i’m in denmark, unable to properly read the road signs, wondering where all the blondes came from… i don’t take this for granted, but it just seems NORMAL… (okay, now i sound spoiled… better stop typing…)
*memo to denmark: you disappoint me with your shitty coffee.’member that Got Milk? ad with they guy who thinks he’s in heaven macking on a giant chocolate chip cookie but the fridge is full of empty milk cartons and he spews cookie bits through muffled screams of tortured agony when he realizes he’s actually in hell? remember that? cuz that’s how i feel when i’m face first into one of your buttery cinnamon pastries… you know the one… a whole plantation of sugar cane in every bite? enough icing to burn the enamel from your teeth upon contact? the density of a tugboat with the light flakey crust of a croissant? yeah, that one… and all i’m looking for is a little neutralizing offset…. some balance… which means the coffee needs to have bite… not a nibble, not a love bite, not a kiss… FANGS! to the bone, through the bone and out the other side, FANGS.
UPDATE: Copenhagen gets it… the big city gave me the bite i was whining for along with an incredible array of choice… all is once again right with the world…