Fyn er fin
I think -strictly speaking- you cant really say you have been to a country, if all you have seen of that country is its capital. Yes, of course the capital (and any other town or city) is somehow a sample of the national reality, but you get a better and more accurate picture, once you have been to the country side too. After all, to some extent, all capital cities around the world tend to the same things: crowds, traffic jams, fast food chains, tourists, pollution, rush hours, etc. 
Last weekend i learned more about the Danish soil laying beyond Copenhagen. I crossed the Storebælt bridge and set foot on Fyn for the first time.
We joined Jonas' parents at a summer house in a small island called Helnæs and had a wonderful time driving around in the area, stuffing ourselves with great food (as usual), swimming in the warm (errrr) sea waters,
kayaking, (alright it was just like 3 minutes), fighting stubborn flies (these flies must see people very rarely, so once they find you, they wont let you go.. the bitches are fearless!!), mingling with all the different species of spiders in the room, eating fresh cherries, shooting pictures, having icecreams, spying on frogs, and last but not least, being eaten by mosquitos.
Our tour included stops in: Bøjden, Fåborg and the beautiful Egeskov Castle. 
After this short trip, I feel more entitled to say I have been to Denmark and i definitely second that old saying.. Fyn er fin.







