I've enjoyed the expressions on the faces of the locals when I tell them our routing for this four-day Scandinavian tour. From last Thursday to tomorrow night our itinerary reads: Copenhagen to Stockholm to Malmo to Oslo and then back again down to Holland.
You should look it up. Fire up your Google Maps and then print it out-make your printout actual size if you can and you'll see what I mean.
It's all a little crazy but, truth be told, it's hardest for Jan, who is doing most of the driving, and Erik, who takes over when Jan needs a break and climbs into the mysterious upper berth, a sleeping area of the van that I have yet to explore.
I hear it's nice. I hear there are orange groves and palm trees and free-flowing brooks where you can catch trout and then fry them up on the shores where you are fanned by sirens who sing Mantovani songs to you while you dine.
Anyway, that's what I hear. But I'm not about to find out. I don't mind the daily 8 hour drives extending to about 12 hours for our drive back to Erik's house on Sunday for our "night off.
