All I need is a recovery

Day 7

After such an adventurous weekend, what better way to wind down than to gather up a bunch of canoes, take a couple a Canoedians (German for Canadian) and enjoy a beautiful Sunday as we wound down a small river that was once used by those infamous plundering Vikings. 

These waters are now only lined with sheep and cow gangs, more than willing to show their colours. 

Jasper was in charge of this operation,

 and ensured that our every need was met.

His mother even packed us a delicious pic-nic basket filled with Lasagna (filled with beef and cheese from his families organic farm), potato salad, olive loaf, tasty little cookies, coffee and a bottle of sparkling wine (which was quite enough with the crate of FlenPi and the bottle of Corn alcohol). As you can see, Jorve was as impressed as the rest of us, perhaps even more, as we dined on a tiny little dock all the while Trevor murmured to himself "where the hell am I".

Much of the afternoon was spent sprawled on cow patty padded dykes as we:

snoozed and smoked, 

befriended and bemused bovinity (Jasper is the cow whisperer), 

Such hesitance is understandable when lasagna is on the breath.

but mostly enjoying a day that would have been normally left to the wind.

The trek back was smooth, but there were more surprises in store.

We were treated to a family feast courtesy of Jasper's family who not only run a successful organic beef and cheese farm, but used to run a communist commune in the 70's as well. 

After stuffing ourselves in this "picturesque" setting while listening to his mothers selection of Metallica, we got a tour of the operations and slowly made our way back to our nook.

Metallica in a "picturesque" European setting,

Trevor was sceptical.

saturday - the wedding

Day 6
Früling fam posing for pony shot that was manditory for all guests

Lennard's dad is the greatest dancer of all time

he loves it so

Trevor bonding with groom like it was his best friend despite having met him 5 hours earlier. I love ya buddy. Yer my brother.

Trevor rejoicing marriage.

Trevor right after stealing microphone from bride's maid and singing to everyone.

Woke up in parking lot. went straight to canoe ride after 3 hrs sleep.


By the way, this is the crazy church where Lennard's cousin got hitched. The church choir sang When I'm 64.

Ben's Prom Night Confession: I have little to no control

Day 5

As we awoke in our nook on that Friday morning, the days plans began to unravel. Today was the day of Jorve's sisters Prom night. Of course, it is customary that all walks of life attend.

And what better way to start the day than with a tall glass of Shove-It.

...

Later that night.

What started off as a quiet evening of simple inoffensive chocolate deserts.

Things took a turn for the wicked of sorts (Christian, Lennards bro, foresaw it all). 

Didn't take long to impress. I (Ben) was already on the ground.

Silly smiles of innocence ensued. (Trevor was in his happy place)(Jorve too).

Without inhibition, I overtook the stage,

and took some horrible pictures.

But they're having the time of their lives.

And so was I.

-Jasper: Heir yu goh, zit rite heir, shleep if you vant, yu need reist und if yur tummy cums up, open zie dour.

-Benjamin: Who ARE you?

Needless to say, I was out of commission and Jasper's English is much better than that.

But the show must go on.

Due to the events of Friday night, Benjamin was unable to attend the wedding the next day. Fortunately, Trevor went as his Doppelgänger and proved to be a hit.

More to come.

As the Prom awaits

Work and Chillin'

Day 3

Today's mission was to clear a future yard and make a crumpled old construction house fit into an horse trailer. While cutting, mowing, moving, sledgehammering , and demolishing the ancient gypsy construction trailer, the continuing adventures of Ben's animal interactions had him discover a bird's nest nestled in the trailers wall while sledgehammering dangerously close.
He relocated them to a safe haven which he himself later forgot about and to which he himself became the largest threat.

Today's afternoon delight of coffee and cake was delicious once again.

Trevor: Carrot cake with chocolate glaze and two coffee with cream and sugar.
Ben: Kekskuchen ('cakecake') and three cups of coffee with cream and sugar.
Lennard: Eggschnapscake and one cup of coffee with sugar and no cream.
Thank you Susanne ('Lennard's mum').

Sankt Peter Ording Beach was the beach destination of the day. We got there and the beach was fucking huge and Christian did these sweet 360°'s with Susanne's car (Thank you Lennard's mum).



We played in the sand and looked for wattworms but we could only find their shit. They are supposed to look like this though:

That's fucking gross. Glad we didn't see any. But Lennard said that this species only exists there in the North Frisian Wadden Sea but who gives a shit, they're fucking gross. And they are worms!

The beach was endless and is apparently the world's best destination for kitesurfers.
But who gives a shit. Eurotrash!

But in the town we found one of those kitesurfing euro-bastards.

Trevor was skeptical.

Day 4

LIES

As we settle in

Day one

-Barbie Balloons in Amsterdam.

-Stern faced flight attendants with intimidating hands.

-Autobahn first-times.

-The Fruehling Haus/Café is the cutest thing alive.

-Jet-lagged induced pass-out by the sea.

-Husum looks like Disneyland.

-Trevor joins us via Barcelona.

-Sunset over Hitler dam while perched on a dyke. Trevor's hard-on for windmills turn sheepish as they graze in our surroundings.

-Then it is sleep-time after many hours awake.

Day 2

-The perfect morning. Jet-lag gone.

-The work begins. We started off by clearing up the shed of neglect featuring obtrusive tree that needed to be furniturized/benchified. Sorting out the rubbish, getting it into the trailer to be transported to the highly efficient, wind powered (these windmills are everywhere) recycling station.

After the daily rituals of communal lunch and the 4 o'clock coffee & cake, it was off to Flensburg Bay (on Sie Baltic sea) to see Rouven at the beach.

This beach contained many sea creatures which were all killed by Bens curiosity fuelled by organic beer (which was locally produced, now dubbed FlenPi), but through destruction comes understanding, and he'll never do it again, until the next day...But then again, there were bombs dumped into the bay during WWII when defeat was imminent, therefore it was strictly forbidden to throw rocks into the Bay, so Jellyfish seemed like a good alternative to rocks.

Go back to Denmark! (Denmark in the background)







The night was closed off with a new found understandting of German culture as we delved into a big discussion about the categorical social and educational structures in the country and how it shapes the perception of class. And with Burritos.