Ladies and Gentlemen…..,The Queen.

The closest that I have ever come to the Queen of England would be the photo at the front of our grade one class in the West End "Little Schools" where I was taught to never backtalk to a teacher.  David Lanktree tried it and was given a big dose of shaken baby syndrome for the courage of his convictions. The Queen looked passively on as all this commotion unfolded before her.

Recently, I've become one of the fawning subjects of Her Majesty Queen Margrethe II of Denmark. She is not just the Queen of Denmark. As a European Royal, the British automatically include her as a "Stranger Lady of the Order of the Garter" (fact). This is a VERY exclusive club and you must be Royal or at the very least, entered as a contact in Elizabeth's iPhone. 

My own personal opinion of the concept of a Monarchy must be stated up front: Mette likes the Queen. Another member of our immediate family says "Off with their Heads" but I can't mention Lars' name because I know the secret police monitor my blog.

Danish Secret Police Undercover Cyber Intelligence Unit

Well, it's the Queen's 75th birthday this year so we went up to her Fredensborg Palace (near our house) to wave at the Queen and then we went into Copenhagen to wave at her there. By now she knew us as locals at her winter home, so I expected to have a coffee and a smoke with her. Not so. Seems she has quite the following.

Hello Queen!! I'm over here - wave at me!

She waved at me!

It's quite the event when the Queen makes a scheduled appearance at the balcony. There were thousands of loyal subjects and school groups attending. None of the school kids are very excited (including our own) because they have not yet learned the satisfaction of idol worship.

Burger King hands out crowns because they believe in the Monarchy.

She granted us a wave, we sang a song. She hopped into a carriage for a ride through the streets, we followed and she waved. The horses are nice and the sound of horseshoes on cobblestones stirs a primal urge to shoot guns at foreigners. Makes me want to send Steen off to defend the Russian crown from those uneducated peasant commies.

Fact: Almost all of the riders are women.

Juicy Gossip: the Prince (husband of Queen) is jealous of her attention. He didn't show up today because he was at the apartment of his mistress. (I made the last part up, but he's a Frenchman so you will believe it).

Now what does the future hold for these wonderful people who wave at us? There are two princes: the Crown Prince Frederik and the standby Prince Joachim. They are not interesting but their wives are. Crown Prince is married to a Commoner! He married the Australian beauty, Mary Donaldson from Tasmania. 

Joachim, who is not very popular (divorced once if you can believe it), remarried to a beauty named Marie from France/Switzerland. She is definitely not a commoner! Much royal blood courses through her veins. You can debate which one is prettier, because that is a national pastime.

Mary on the left, Queen in the middle, Marie on the right. Who's the hottest? 

HINT: remember what I said about the secret police earlier - pick the queen!

So, I have now been closer to the Queen of Denmark than to my very own Queen of England. She waved at me and I must say, she is very good at it. More gold for the Queen! Long Live the Queen!! Bring out the Princesses!!!

Italy - Awesome and Lame

We took a trip to Italy taking advantage of the cheap European airfares and met up with our good friends the Stanley's. We flew to Milan and then took a train to Verona where we met with our friends. One day in Verona, 3 days in Venice, high speed train to Rome for a 3 day stay and then we rented a big house in a tiny mountainside village near Salerno and the Amalfi coast.  I took 700 photos so when we see you next, we can sit down for 6 hours of pictures and mildly amusing anecdotes. You can look forward to that.

Here is a good/bad summary of the trip with some photos.

Moving about:

• Awesome - how about 300 km/hr in a high speed train crossing Italy on a track that is 74 km of tunnel in a total trip of 78 km!

• Lame - spending all of our last day in a 200 km traffic jam from Naples to Rome. It took all day to get the distance of Edm to Calgary. Do not rent a car in Italy; use trains, ferries or pack mules.

Food:

• Awesome - there were so many good meals and a lot of them we prepared ourselves fresh from the market. But the best was a little place in Acropoli where the 9 of us were at one big table on Easter Monday and the owner's friends and family were at the other.  There was no menu, they just brought us whatever they were eating. The courses ran like this: bruschetta, egg&cheese cake, pasta with artichokes, pizza, sausages & homemade fries followed by an Easter cake. Follow that with a shot of frozen lemon schnapps. 

• Lame - seriously, the food is sooo good in Italy but how about some fibre? Talk about traffic jams! 

Wine:

• Awesome - Every restaurant has a house wine but almost never a wine list. You just ask for red or white. Usually, it was very good. Wine purchased at our local village's grocery store cost anywhere from 1 to 3 Euro's. 
• Lame - one of the 1 Euro wine bottles was really bad. No problem - we had more.

Tourist spots:

• Awesome - Most of us agreed that Pompei was the most interesting of the tourist sites. All the other old Roman stuff had been pilfered for building material in later centuries, but Pompei was preserved beneath the ash. The coolest thing to me was the wagon ruts in the stone roadways. Venice is pretty damn cool too.

• Lame - Hey how about some garbage cans, a toilet and maybe some people dressed in period costume? That is very common everywhere else  - In Denmark they even do Viking battles with the kids as soldiers. There was a brothel in Pompei that would lend itself well to this idea.

Buona Visione:

• Awesome - some of the viewpoints from the hike down the mountain were very awesome (see Amalfi coast blog) but we accidentally stumbled upon a great view overlooking the whole city and the Vatican. 

• Awesome - Venice from the tower at St. Mark's Square

• Lame - the walk from the Metro to our apartment in Rome.

From the very heart of the Rome airport we took a wrong exit from a circle intersection and ended up having to drive about 35 km of freeway through two toll booths to get back in a panic before our flight. We arrived back in Copenhagen to sunny spring skies, no garbage, sane drivers, birds singing everywhere and our own dent-free car waiting at the train station brought by our great neighbors. It's good to be back!!

Italy - When in Rome

The Colosseum, or "Flavium Amphitheatre" has 5 million visitors per year and one bathroom. Not kidding - that's a fact. Rome has 4 million residents and 2 million cars sharing 150 parking spots. Not really fact but it seems that way. 

Guess which cars are parked

I can't say that I'm a big fan of Rome. Sure, there is a fountain or a church or a Roman masterpiece around every corner, but the place is a poorly organized garbage dump. I don't mean the streets are not organized because that's part of old city charm - it's the lack of garbages, tourist signage, pedestrian streets, etc. I can't count how many times our little gaggle of engineers started a sentence with: "Why don't they…(insert ridiculously simple solution to eliminating lineup at this monument)". The signage at all the monuments is so poor that there is an entire industry built up to take advantage of tourists gawking around looking for an entrance to the Colosseum. There are so many illegal souvenir vendors working these streets that Maersk brings in a dedicated container ship every night to restock from China. Selfie sticks are big this year along with Pope bobble-heads, painted tiles, plastic monument replicas, toy Vespas, jelly blob things, people with white paint standing still and even a guy with a puppy that wants money if you pet it.

The windows are drafty and the insulation is poor.

This lineup to St. Peter's Basilica is 2 hours long. You don't even get to meet the Pope at the end.

We came back minutes before quitting time to grab a quick run-around with no lineups. God shone some light.

There are no public bathrooms in Rome. If you see a toilet, you get in line and have a pee even if you don't have to go because there may not be another chance. Do not have a pint of beer for lunch! (It took me three days to figure that one out). 

 Mette is just pointing out where she had a pee.

There is a joke that goes something like this: "45% of the world's UNESCO Heritage sites are in Italy; the rest are protected". The Italian gov't cannot afford to look after all the churches and fountains and ancient Roman ruins so they are now selling advertising to companies in exchange for repairs and maintenance work. They recently received 25 million euros from a rich luxury fashion businessman to clean up and repair the Colosseum. Similar agreements have been made to repair the Tevi fountain (Rome) and the Rialto Bridge (Venice). Can you imagine how outraged we would be if someone wanted to put advertising on the West Edmonton Mall?!?!?!

Tom is outraged. The Pantheon has a hole in the roof and it leaks.

Despite all my griping, we had a fun time in Rome. We walked a lot of miles and experienced a lot of great food and awesome sights. It's one of the most interesting places on earth.
Just remember, when you're a pedestrian in Rome, don't wait for those cars that are lined up in the right lane of the busy street - they are parked! Honk your horn if you're not happy!!

Italy - Amalfi Coast

Imagine the busiest traffic you have ever been in - maybe Vancouver or Toronto if you have ever driven on the freeways there. Now take that big road and shrink it to two lanes with no shoulder. Ok, now take that and give it a lot of hairpin curves, some hills, some narrow corners and some blind intersections. Surround that narrow curving busy road with buildings, cliffs, pedestrians and a thousand scooters coming from every direction much faster than the traffic. Ok, now throw in a dog, some baby prams, a couple of tour buses, a peloton of racing bicycles, some lunatic Italian drivers and a rental car that has no scratches. Now put your wife behind the wheel and three singing, fighting, complaining, need-to-pee 11- year olds in the back seat and relax for a nice drive along the Amalfi Coast of Italy. I did far more damage to the vinyl dashboard with my finger's death grip than anything that happened outside the car.

Everybody tells you to avoid Naples but it can't be as bad as Pompei back in 79.

If you can stand up without hanging on to a tree, build a town. 

The Amalfi Coast is on the Sorrento peninsula about 300 km south of Rome and near the ruins of Pompeii and the ruined city of Naples (Italy's Mumbai). It is mountainous and therefore the roads and towns tend to cling to the cliffsides or in the higher mountain valleys. Absolutely spectacular views of the Mediterranean with towns stretched from the seaside up the terraced mountains.

We took an open bus from the town of Amalfi to a mountain village called Ravello and then hiked down. We took a centuries old trail that was used by the locals to transport goods up to Ravello before the road was built. It was an easy, fun downhill trail with lots of breathtaking views.

Easy to hike down but it would have been a killer to go up with a basket of fish on your back.

Grow some lemons, make some cheap wine, marry a hard-working Sophia Loren type - it's all you need.

The damn Catholics grab all the great spots.

Take the high road and the low road.

About 6 hours after driving to Amalfi, we had de-compressed enough to finally get back into the car for the return trip. Next time we're taking the boat.

If you have some time, have a peek at this video but I remember this road much busier. http://onceinalifetimetravel.me/2012/09/18/the-road-of-terror-driving-along-the-amalfi-coast/

Spring Flowers

These little crocus type flowers are sprouting all over the place. They don't even need a cow pie for starter food.

5 Things You Won't Hear Me Say Here

#5: I wonder if that guy would like to sell that old abandoned car for parts?

First of all, there are no abandoned cars. Secondly, nobody in this entire country would consider leaving junk in their yard. Thirdly, I don't have any wrenches.


#4: Gentofte is not that bad.

When I was a kid from Carlyle, it was not acceptable to like neighbouring Arcola or anyone who came from Arcola. This was a problem for me as my Grandparents and many relatives lived in Arcola. (I have since learned that they are fairly normal.) When the Arcola-Kisbey Combines rolled into town to play the Cougars, we were gathered at the entrance to yell and swear and give them a hard time. When the Arcola hockey team came to play my 12 & under team with their star defenseman Dean LeQueyer and his 150 mph slapshot, I had pure hatred (but mostly fear) hidden behind my goalie mask. 
Gentofte is the new Arcola. My brother and sister-in-law live there but I still can't like the place. When the rich-kid Gentofte Stars drive 10 km up to Rungsted to beat our kids 12-0 with their passing and skating and teamwork, it makes me want to go out to the parking lot and break the antenna's off their cars. Not that I would…or did….not ever. 


#3: "Jeg kan tale Dansk"

This one I'm disappointed and sad about. I very often say "Jeg kan ikke tale Dansk" (I can not speak Danish) when people start talking to me in Danish and then they immediately switch to English. I have many good excuses for not getting going on the Danish language, but it was one of my goals and I have to chalk it up as a complete failure. You can talk one on one in English with almost any Dane, but if you want to join a conversation or be included in a group, you MUST have Danish. I am happy I'm here instead of Germany or France where you would not be so lucky to find English speakers, but you can't really join the society without the language.


#2: Hey, that was easy!

Nothing is easy. After acquiring my CPR, I spent a couple of hundred dollars for a medical exam and some paperwork for a temporary drivers licence. Now I find out that I have to do a theoretical and practical tests and those will end up costing upwards of a thousand more dollars that we don't have. Now this is getting ridiculous. I may just have to hole up in a shack in the wilds of Denmark to avoid the government like they do in Idaho.


#1: Keep the change!

Restaurants, cafes, coffee shops and bodega's are stupidly expensive. Even if the waitress has great cleavage and flatters me with a laugh and tells me I have ordered her favorite dish and places a hand on my shoulder when she talks, no tip! 

Aalborg Cup

A cup is a tournament, Aalborg is a town in Northern Jutland and RIK is a group of feisty young pups from Rungsted Ishockey Klubben. All the great hockey nations gathered for an international tournament to take home the Aalborg cup. France, Norway and of course a number of teams from Denmark drove, ferried and cross-country skied to the town of Aalborg for one monumental weekend. The French team (Le Gothique - cool name & logo) from Amiens drove over 12 hours to have their hearts broken. The Norwegian teams from Stavanger ferried across the dangerous North Sea to risk their lives and return with only a couple of victories. But the kids didn't travel this far to win a tournament - they came for the pure fun and enjoyment of hockey. The parents came to win.

International tournament featuring the "Big Three" hockey nations.

Games were played at the GIGANTIUM! Always pronounce this with a Monster Truck voice.

When you go to a tournament here, everything is provided at the rink except the "hotel" which is a classroom in a local school. Yes, I slept on a skinny mattress on the hard concrete floor at my advanced age - no problem. It's just like camping except instead of worrying about bears, I have to worry if one of the kids drew a picture of the Prophet for a school project.

Tom's coach, Alexander, gets everyone to bed, makes sure they brush their teeth and get to sleep and he even serves up the food. He's a young University student who volunteers at the club and has no kids of his own - great guy and the young players really relate to someone who knows as much about internet games as they do.

All meals for all the kids are prepared by tournament volunteers. You can go the whole weekend without spending any more money than entrance fee and overnight stay.

The Rungsted Ishockey Klub. Tom is wearing the toque on the right side of the photo.

I was cursing myself for my bad name memory and confusion until I found out that between parents and kids we had 3 Alexanders, 2 Jans, 2 Jakobs, 2 Sebastions, 2 Oscars, 2 Andreas and a Tom. The Danish book of baby names is 4 pages long.

There is no tiering system in DK, so when you enter a tournament, you can expect to get beaten by the same team that whupped you a month ago in the last tournament. RIK pulled off an unexpected tie against Hvidøvre but ended up with 2 wins, a tie, 3 losses and 2 whupp'ns. The kids had fun, blah blah blah, parents all agreed that our own kid played like an NHL prospect and the rest of the team didn't pass enough.

L'Amiens cool and funky team logo. Puissance, Emotion and Adrenaline. (Puissance? sounds like they need a doctor for that)