Today we bought our train tickets to Hamburg and then went to Sweden to have lunch. Dad was very impressed with the train system. In Malmo, we split two sandwiches: duck and lamb. Can you guess which wich is which?
Then we walked around and looked around. This is just outside the main train station.
We looked at the fountains and brick buildings like good little tourists.The tourists look like this.
The buildings look like this.
We came across St. Peter’s, which listed many recognizable names on the priest list (Pederson, Hansen, Christensen).
A stone fountain had this irresistible carving.
We found a canal/small river and walked along it until the misty rain teamed up with some wind.
Another beautiful summer day!
On our meander back to the train station, I spied the Demon in a different disguise. I should have known then to be on my guard.
Back at the station we lined up for the return train; this train stops at the Copenhagen airport and then we must transfer to another train to get to the main station. Dad looked at the display on another train and decided it was better because it didn’t seem to require a transfer. The train came and I didn’t examine the board thoroughly before we were heading out.
I knew things were fishy when we didn’t get back on the bridge in short order.
Figuring this train was actually coming from Denmark, which is what Dad may have seen, we got off at a tiny outdoor station called Svedala before we ended up at the north pole with only a bottle of Arizona tea and a Kex Choklad to sustain us.
Luckily this station was not completely remote and soon other passengers arrived to wait for the train back to Malmo, though at first we were all alone on the misty platform. That Demon, I swear.
That was all a bit much for both of us and so we had to take a nap after returning to the hotel. We are now debating whether to pick up 7eleven sandos for dinner and call it a day. I am holding out for room service, but honestly it doesn’t look good.
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