Camino friends

Hi-
I am in Denmark visiting two women I met on the camino last fall. I have been here almost a week. Even though I only knew them for a few days in the fall, I feel like I am with old friends. Yesterday Pylle started talking to me in Danish!
I am happy to be in these small towns and visitng with the friends, family and neighbors of Luna and Pylle. On Monday we had the sommerfest party. Usually, they have a huge brush pile and put a witch on the top of it. Then they light a fire. The witch is suppose to represent all trouble and evil (we've heard this before). Anyway, they say they are sending her to Germany. It was way too windy to light a fire so the witch and the brush are still waiting in suspension and Germany has fewer troubles to deal with for the time being. Actually, maybe that is why they won their football match against Turkey last night.That, and the fact that they are really good players.
The weather has been so cold. Especially Monday night. It is like early April or early May in Minneapolis, if the sun shines and you are out of the wind , it is perfect. Otherwise, not so much. I have spent many hours hiding from the wind and reading in Pylle's garden. It is wild and colorful. I love it. Whenever I travel I say - when I go home I am going to do this and this and this. Well, I hope I tend to my garden and make it more wild and colorful.
Luna's son had his last exam on Tuesday. It was an oral exam for an English class. He was to talk about the dust bowl and the depression and the migration of farm workers to California, John Steinbeck and the Grapes of Wrath. It was great that I was there to talk with him. When you look at it, English is confusing. He passed and graduated.
When Pylle gets home from work ( she is teaching and school is still in session this week) we are going to Christiania in Copenhagen. It is a hippie village in the heart of Copenhagen that was taken over 40 years ago by a sit-in at a naval facility. There are thousands ( or hundreds, I'm not sure now) of people still living there, freely except for the open drug part. In Copenhagen last week, a young Italian asked Pylle how to get to Christiania. She told him, and said he would smell it when he was close. He eyes lit up knowingly. But Pylle said "Don't buy anything. There are lots of police and they all look like me." He thanked her.
OK. I am off to the garden. My book is finished so I am going to find a Danish book with lots of pictures in it. I am going to Berlin tomorrow, visiting another camino friend. Life is really good.
I love you and think of you every day. I'll be home for fireworks. Who wants to come over for a picnic?
Mom/Nonna/Mary