After Helsingor (see below), we drove on to Grib Skov and went for a walk in the woods. It turned into a hunt for slugs---now one of Luke's favorite animals. Anyone who has ever read this blog (all 3 of you) can rest assured that many Danish slugs were named in your honor. He got so excited about finding them, he started saying things like, "MAMA!! DADDY!! ANOTHER ONE!! This one looks like me, but that one looks like Carter, doesn't it? And this one looks like.....?" And on, and on, and on.... Apparently, Kierkegaard came out this way by horse and carriage and thought it was a beautiful area. But, I'm not sure what Kierkegaard thought about slugs....
1 comment:
YUCK!!! Tell Luke Sweetie does not like slugs AT ALL.
CLB
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