My last day in Europe was a good one. The weather looked promising this morning, so I headed north by train to a small town with a great contemporary art museum with a rather un-Danish name. Louisiana sprawls along the coast, with the architecture taking best advantage of the magnificent views. (There is also a great sculpture garden, but I avoided it as it was under snow.) I spent several hours in the museum, but eventually overdosed on the Anselm Kiefer retrospective [note for museum friends]. When I left, I was surprised to find that the blue skies had turned to SNOW--with a vengeance. I decided to burn the last couple of shots on my single-use camera at Tivoli Gardens, right behind my hotel. It was already dusk, and the lights were glowing, as were the elevated fire pits scattered throughout the park. I walked around soaking up the atmosphere, but it quickly became difficult to ignore my freezing hands and feet. Before leaving, I made a quick stop to complete my gluhwein tour of the continent. I had to leave the hotel one more time to get take-out for dinner. All that remains now is a re-pack. In the morning, I'll have breakfast and head to the airport.
The sabbatical has been wonderful, but the last week has worn me down. I'm tired of being cold, tired of hobbling on a sore knee, tired of living out of a suitcase. I don't miss the U.S. lifestyle, but it will be good to get back to my little family and the warm Florida weather. Will update Sunday, if not before.
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