|Viking Man tows Monkey through the Christmas snow|
Yesterday I gave two old men a ride. It was uncomfortably silent except for brief directions given by one man and repeated by the other. The route was random and meandering. I felt tense and overly warm. When we reached our final destination, I turned off the car and sat quietly. The man in the front seat looked at me.
'Margie, du får et kørekort,' he said. I didn't need to wait for the translator in order to understand that I had just passed my driving test!
It's a good way to start the new year which has otherwise been chugging along in a pathetic effort to take off. I guess the Monkey didn't get the memo about making resolutions to sleep through the night or to get herself dressed and make her own breakfast.
What point of Danish culture should I explore next, now that my driving adventure is over?