Instead of being rife with commercialism or being one giant commercial for the purchase of Legos, this place is a true homage to what can be done with the little colored bricks and a lot of creativity. It’s way more about engineering and imagination than commerce. The drive was a little over two hours and it poured most of the way but was sunny and dry by the time we go there. We spent the whole day there looking at the scenes – everything from landmarks in Copenhagen to scenes from the Star Wars movies. Many of them had motorized components including locks that took little boats through canals and trucks and cars that circled towns (no tracks in sight they must have been “programmed” some way). The tourist season hasn’t quite started in Denmark yet so there wasn’t much of a crowd which was great, and we never waited for more than a minute or two in the lines for the few rides (couple of fun/small roller coasters [made from steel not Legos]). Hotdogs for dinner before we left the park (Danish hotdogs... soooooo different from American dogs...) and an easy drive home with no rain.
|just under a million Legos used in this replica of the queen's palace in Copenhagen|
We had the car through the next afternoon so first thing in the morning, Chuck drove Susan and me to Stevns Klint which is very old church (1250-1300) on a cliff that started eroding into the sea o the 1920s. The part that started dropping off was the old cemetery, and apparently, the coffins started sticking out of the cliff wall, exposing skeletons and other grisly matter.
After that excursion, we drove back to the rental lot at the airport, returned the car, and took the metro into Copenhagen for a little shopping at Magasin which is the Saks (sort of) of Denmark. Really nice department store with a beautiful housewares department from which I would have loved to have completely re-outfitted my house, if luggage and budget were not considerations.
The entire gang (Bo, Laila, Chartlotte, Per, Theresa, Alberte, and another cousin, Anita, plus Helle a Dane whom Ellen and Susan knew in Sacramento and who now lives in Denmark) were coming over for dinner so we got back in time to greet them for our “American night” party. These lovely people brought us all gifts – candy for the kids and two wrapped presents, one for Chuck and Ellen and one for Susan and me -- which turned out to be really nice Danish flags, one for each of us. I’ve said for years that being close friends with Ellen for so long makes me an honorary Dane, now I have the flag to prove it.
|Theresa and me - she had fun reminiscing about her junior year abroad in Springfield, Illinois|