the morning is purposefully non instigated.
it’s a saturday, they tell me.
eventually i pack up the kids into a car the size of carry on luggage and head to aarhus, 50 minutes away. i know the way well.
in aarhus i park and avoid the 100 dollar parking tickets by knowing what to do. this is an expensive country. you can’t have the usual mindset to just buy stuff the way you do in the states, or even in southern europe. you will suffer the sticker price once you figure it out later, as they are not on the euro. its the danish kroner. beware. be aware.
communication has broken down with the missus. my texts are not getting though. we are 2 ships passing with communication silence.
so i just meander in the usual part of town where we used to hang. and then maybe scoot by the one café out of 100s that seems to be drawing me there. and sure enough she is in there with peter (drummer) and the sweet friends from the belgium farm we stayed at weeks ago, and marie and anders too. its an instant union of reunion.
then we separate again. me and the kids head off and try to avoid the annual music festival they have here every summer, the spot festival.
its not hard to avoid really. after feeding the kids, i again run into the missus and friends at a department store i figured they might be at .. and we happen to meet just as they were coming down the excalator and we were walking around it. these moments of trajectory are not to be understated. they prove everything is as it should be for now.
in the end, we head back to apple town to take in the football (soccer) game of barcelona and manchester tonight on tv. a fine match. barce takes it 3 to 1. messe done good.