Day Thirtythree - Jul 14, 2014

Copenhagen handed us a rest day and didn't ask politely. It rained, then it rained harder, then it took a short break in the afternoon as if to prove it could. We are Alaskans and don't generally hold weather against a city, but we know a hint when we see one, so we mostly stayed put in Laura's flat and let the rain do its demonstrating against the windows. When the break came, we used it responsibly: one mile on foot, out and around the block, far enough to confirm that Copenhagen still paints good art on its walls. We found a green mural of two large folks reading and pouring tea at each other, a bicycle going by like everything in this country goes by on a bicycle, and then the sky reconsidered and we went home. The day's real business was the evening. It was our wedding anniversary, which has a way of catching up with us in odd corners of the map, and this year it caught us at Laura's table with a full house, Danish flags stuck in everything, flowers, a couple of bottles of wine, and food coming at the slow good pace. Todd, true to form and true to the reach of his arm, conscripted himself into the official photograph of the year. The room was warmer than the street, which by that point was the day's headline, and the company was the kind that makes a rainy rest day feel earned rather than wasted. As anniversaries on the road go, this was a good one.

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