Florence and the Xmas Tree

Flying in over Denmark to Aalborg was a wonderufl experience. Coming from the overheated, dusty Kuwait city to a very wet, grassed and treed country was so good. It had been ages since I had flown in  here and coming over, seeing the Danish houses( which are terribly Danish) and the open flat countryside was a reminder of other times in Denmark.

It is cold
and wet
and so good to see rain and water.
There is no dust!

Yesterday afternoon I spent my first time in a church since those days when it was a required action on Christmas morning. NOt only did I spend the time in a church but listened to a whole service in Danish, had no clue hat was going on but fnally had the opportunity to sing Hark the Herald Angels sing - my version in English and everyone elses in Danish!
There we were in an ancient , thick walled church- carved figures surrounded the pulpit , candles burned in the windows and there were echoes of much older times. l love the churches here, with their intense history and stories... more later.
And our Christmas was celebrated on Christmas Eve- fabulous food- roasted duck and pork, potatoes and the rice pudding with the hidden almond( which I did not get)... and the gift giving was fun.. and sincere.

and now it is Xmas day in the rest of the world.