05.10.2012 8 °C
I'm currently sitting under the awning of a restaurant in Copenhagen. It's raining but I'm wrapped up snug with a blanket, heater overhead and scrumptious lobster soup in my tummy, happy as Larry.
I spent the beginning of the week in Sweden, the island of Gotland to be precise. The main town is the walled town of Visby which is simply beautiful, tiny cobbled streets, medieval houses, rose covered wall, ornamental gardens and little independent shops. All this is within a pretty much intact surrounding wall with parts of it going back 900 years.
I did my part to support local commerce, as one day walking into town discovered that the heel on one of my trusty boots had collapsed. Yes the boots were made for walking, but I really have been doing a lot of walking and so they've earnt their retirement. I came across a small shoe shop and not only found a replacement pair of boots, but another pair that I just couldn't resist and so left the shop with my wallet a lot lighter, but my feet a lot happier.
We left Gotland on the ferry and it was then Lexi's turn to be happy, as instead of 3 hours in her cage in the car for the ferry crossing, she was allowed up into the lounge and so took full advantage and slept in a very un-ladylike fashion, whilst stretching out to enjoy her freedom.
Our accommodation that night was one of the occasions when we had a choice of 1, but a great choice that turned out to be. It was a B&B in a large manor house. As it was otherwise empty of guests we had the run of the entire top floor of the house and then in the morning I ate breakfast under a chandelier in the main dining room, quite a difference to the yoghurt breakfast in my tent of 6 weeks ago.
Yesterday we arrived in Copenhagen and I loved the city straight away, although driving in the centre is quite daunting as cars are definitely outnumbered by the cyclists who appear to travel in packs and whizz at you from all directions.
Last night I was looking in the window of a fantastic and huge looking food hall and 2 gentlemen commented that I was like the little girl in the story that presses her nose to the window of the sweet shop, since then I grin to myself every time I look in the window of a shop or restaurant I can't enter, but think of the money it has saved me.....