It was much cooler this morning and we left our hostel early, so that in the event we had difficulties at the train station, we would not be too late. We googled our walk to the station to make sure that we didn’t make any wrong turns and it actually seemed to be a little closer than when we first arrived in Copenhagen. We got to the station an hour before our train was to leave, hoping to have breakfast and coffee, and went straight to the ticket machines. Unfortunately, the machine would not take my credit card for some reason, so we had to go to the ticket office. There was a long line ahead of us, so we waited and waited and waited. We finally got to the head of the line and had no trouble whatsoever getting a ticket; however, our preferred train was to leave in 5 minutes. We went straight to the platform and then boarded the train 2 minutes later.
We made a couple of stops in Denmark, one of which was the airport, so now we know that the airport is on the Northeastern coast of Denmark and East of the city towards Sweden. I’m not sure why I didn’t know that. In any event the train moved swiftly across to Sweden, some underground (water) and some above ground across the bridge. We arrived around 10:30AM and two immigration ladies met us before we could take the escalator up from the platform. We showed our passports and were asked about 10 questions, while the immigration lady looked through our passports. I don’t remember anyone ever looking so thoroughly through the stamps in my passport, but I suppose they were looking for odd stamps. Then we were allowed passage and got on the escalator. Ingela and Frida met us at the top of the escalator and hugs were exchanged all around.
We had gotten off at Hyllie, which was the first stop in Sweden, and Ingela drove us down to Skanor, which is on the most southern tip of Sweden. We had to stop for a drawbridge, while a few boats went through, and then were once again on our way. The trip took about 35 minutes and Ingela told us much about this area of Sweden, including commentary when she was a girl and her children were small.
We arrived at the house and it was a beautiful beach home, totally remodeled, as it was an older home. There was paving throughout the neighborhood, but also pea gravel on many of the side streets. We were shown our cute little room with 2 beds and were treated to Swedish coffee and then lunch outside. Then we went out for a bike ride, remembering that I had not ridden a bike in 50 years, except for a little in Provence about 20 years ago. Shannon and I both were a little shaky at first, but just like they say — if you have ever ridden a bike, you won’t forget. We biked around the area on wonderful little pea gravel paths that were about 5 feet wide along the shoreline called the Skaneleden Trail. This trail is over 1,000 km long (2,825 miles). We arrived at a very prestigious golf course with a lot of beach frontage and got off the bikes to stroll around the golf course. The course was beautiful, except that it was very apparent that they had not had rain in a long time. The grass crunched as you walked on it.
We also stopped at a great lighthouse on the island called the Lighthouse of Falsterbo. It was completed in 1796. It is the oldest known beacon/lighthouse site in Scandinavia. We walked to the beach and the water was surprisingly warm. Ingela had said 70 degrees, but it seemed warmer. It may have been because there were no waves (and no tides) and that there was a little pool formed. We came back to the house and I was invited for a swim at the docks. The day had become significantly cooler, so I declined. Ingela had stopped off at the store and bought groceries, so that Shannon could have her favorite meal — spaghetti. Frida and I took showers and then we later sat down for a wonderful spaghetti meal with salad and then homemade ice cream with fresh strawberries that they had picked the day before. We had retired to the living room and watched some television and talked. Then it was off to bed for some much needed sleep.