I love visiting my grandparents; their world is filled with long talks about everything, wonderful stories about the local area, the people there and life in general, with coffee ad libitum, reading the classics, eating traditional Danish food, and relaxing. It's always great. This time, I read Karen Blixen's letters which I can highly recommend!
I caught a little glimpse of a butterfly in the lavenders.
On Monday, I tagged along with my grandmother to her weekly petanque session with some of the other ladies in the little town. After taking a beating, we sat down for a piece of my grandmother's freshly baked spice cake and the inevitable cup of coffee. Plus, I got a fresh load of local gossip.
One night, we had artichokes from my grandfather's little vegetable garden. It was heaven.
We had rosé and had to look up things in the atlas to support our discussion of various things.
My grandparents used to live in a big old house a few metres further down the street. I remember that house from my childhood summers; the garden was huge and my grandfather grew all sorts of vegetables and fruits in his beautiful vegetable garden. When they moved 15 years ago, he took his garden with him - this time in smaller scale in self-built wooden frames. This ensures my grandparents with year round fresh vegetables.
My grandfather and I took a little trip into Aalborg one of the days to run some errands. I looked at these little colourful houses, and my grandfather - the architect - told me all about local building customs and architecture. I love that.
Just before I took the bus to my mom's in the middle Jutland, my grandmother and I went for a walk in the fields around their house. We looked at corn and talked about some of the local weirdos - my grandmother knows all the good stories.