After the temple, we went looking for a place to eat but failed and ended up in Malmo, Sweden. We had planned on crossing over to Sweden for the day originally, but had hoped to at least have eaten before arriving there knowing we would have to find parking, a way to exchange currency, etc. That didn't happen and there we were in Malmo, starving, no one would accept our money and we couldn't find a bank anywhere. Hours passed, still hungry, still driving around looking for food. We eventually exchanged money at the train station and headed downtown for this festival that was supposed to be incredible. They had food from over 60 different countries so things started to look up especially when I found a Langos tent that had these pizza looking things, but they weren't pizza at all. I ordered Mr. Bombay: Pita with sour cream, shrimp, red onions, curry, pineapple, and some caviar. It was amazing. It is safe to quote myself as we got in the car, "The best thing about Malmo is whatever I ate!".
We walked around for a while, but everything we wanted to see closed at 1600 so we were simpy out of luck. We came across these street performers that made me laugh inside, especially to see all the people that were falling for their gig. I don't know their 'group name' so I shall call them "Bandana Panther Broken Feather". Their headresses were broken and falling apart, they had bandanas and napkins for loin clothes, and their dance... oh their dance! I think they were imitating what appeared to be a big cat, while tripping over each other, and this guy with this recorder... a recorder! Not even a reed instrument... I was dying. It was comical, embarrassing, and slightly offensive (being the Native American admirer that I am). Introducing Bandana Panther Broken Feather.
We found our car and headed north to Helsinborg so we could catch a ferry back over to Denmark. As we got in the car I said, "Ok Sweden, you have some making up to do. Malmo was a flop!" Sweden was sure listening because 35 minutes later when we arrived in Helsinborg we were taken away by the beauty, architechture, and street market along the water front. There we go.
We caught the Scandline ferry from Helsinborg, Sweden to Helsingor, Denmark which brought us to the doorstep of Kronborg, my favorite castle. Known as Elsinore in Shakespeare's Hamlet, it is situated right on the sound on a peninsula in the shape of a shield. Built in the early 1400s with multiple walls and a large mote (with elegant white swans of course). One of the towers had been turned into a lighthouse, and the castle is used regularly by the Royal Family. 
Happy toes... a familiar and longed for feeling.
Kronborg behind me.
The lighthouse tower...
Anchors away...
This photo captures the feeling of the evening. I can easily go back there when I close my eyes. The sun setting, sailboats in the sound, people fishing, Denmark's nautical flag waving proud, an ancient castle, the scent of the seaweed along the shore and the seabreeze on my face. Everything about this moment was perfect.
We lingered for quite a while here at Kronborg, then eventually made our way back down the coast of Denmark towards our campsite. It was getting late and we were hungry so we decided to stop at the first restaurant we stumbled upon. Little did I know I was about stumble upon a slice of heaven... literally. Pizza La Palma: Thin crust, lightly brushed with marinara, layers of rucola and prosciutto, with pesto, oregano, and peccorino on top. 
The spire to the old church had been turned into a viewing platform with an elevator that went to the top. We were able to go up there and look around the beautiful cities. There were amazing photos of what the area looked like after the war.
This photo is of the city hall that we decided to go and explore once we got down from the platform because it looked so incredible from a distance, it must've been amazing up close and personal. That it was.
On our way to Denmark!!!! It was rainy and cold in Hamburg, but Denmark was absolutely beautiful. I will say now and will repeat myself many times.... I LOVE DENMARK!!! I love everything about DENMARK!!! The waterfront, the people, the buildings, the history, the food, and of course... the fashion. To arrive in Copenhagen we had to cross the Island of Odense which is home of the famous Hans Christian Anderson, author of stories such as Thumbelina, The Ugly Duckling, and my personal favorite... The Little Mermaid. 
This is the site of the home of Hans Christian Anderson, but it was closed. We walked around this park for a while, right behind his house, and it was packed with ducks of all different kinds. After this photo was taken, all the ducks started swimming towards us and then came out of the water. Each began ruffling it's feathers or doing weird little dances. It was pretty weird. In a strange way.... it was if they were trying to strut their stuff and prove that they weren't the ugliest duckling. 
After Odense we headed to Zealand, the island of Copenhagen. The weather was clear and warm, a nice contrast from Hamburg. We took a long bridge to get to Zealand passing lighthouses, boats, windmills, and eventually a very pricey toll. :(
We went straight to our campsite, an old military fort, just outside of Copenhagen. Right on the water, Fort Charlottelund was a perfect plact to stay. Even if our cards to get into the bathrooms rarely worked! View from our campsite.
After setting up camp, we decided to go into Copenagen and see what the night life had to offer. Can I say one more time, I LOVE COPENHAGEN! Everything was very lively and exciting. Fun music and streat performers, people on bikes everywhere. Food stands, and stores that stay open late. We walked along what is known to be the longest pedestrian walk in the world.
To wrap up the night, we decided to stop by the Temple so we would know where to find it for the following morning. We flew past it at first, blended right in with the dark red brick exterior. The Angel Moroni caught my eye and I knew that we had found exactly what we were searching for. 