Side story to go with the money here-I went into the gas station last night to buy ice cream and a magazine--a danish magazine. I didn't say anything to the girl that was ringing me up but when I began fishing the 80 kroner out of my coin purse, it became painfully obvious that I was not all that familiar with danish money, or danish for that matter. I'm sure as I left, she had to wonder why in the world I would be buying a danish magazine...and the ice cream. Well that was to sooth my depression over paying around $15 for stuff that in America, would have cost about $8 :)
So back to where we live. As I was saying, I love it. I am just another person out for a jog with my dog. No one gives me a second look. I have a feeling that scout and I will be spending a lot of time on the trails...
|Beginning of fall colors|
|Perfect morning (not a gravestone behind ed in case you were wondering)|
|In front of our house--scout smells rabbit, which is why he is licking his chops|
|Scout, my running buddy|