Saturday between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. My biblical knowledge is a bit fuzzy here, and pretty much everywhere else for that matter, so I am not sure what happened on this day, Jesus-wise. What I am hoping is that the Bible allows a shop or two to open up on Resurrection Eve and I can get a razor and some socks! Surely there is no Biblical imperative that says one must have stubble and smelly feet during Holy Week! I truly had forgotten that all of Denmark, a country where like 0.3 percent of humans actually attend church on a regular basis, shuts down during Easter Week like my kids when I tell them to get away from the computer and go outside. The Danish Easter tradition appears mostly to be celebrating the passion of Christ with extreme levels of public intoxication and urination, screaming through the hallways of hotels at five AM and leaving beer cans, bottles, butts and other ugly stuff on pretty much every available surface.
I forced myself up early to make it in time for [...]
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I forced myself up early to make it in time for [...]