Odense is the birthplace and childhood home of Hans Christian Anderson, and probably one of the most charming and idyllic cities I’ve ever seen…seriously, it is like a fairytale.  Not that many Americans go to Odense, so I feel lucky to have seen it.

Love this mother earth statue in the square.  Her belly is shiny from years of children sliding down her.  Of course, children sliding down a statue of the naked female form would NOT go over in America…but nobody thinks anything of it here.

A theatre at Hans Christian Anderson’s childhood home where kids do plays of his work:

i'm amazed Thomas posed for this picture...he must really LUV me.

Thomas loves his Mutti

HC Anderson’s house…he was poverty-stricken, gawky, weird…all the kids made fun of him…many believe he was homosexual…he was religious, and any sexual urges caused him overwhelming guilt.  He actually put a tiny “m” in his journal to shamefully mark the days he had masturbated…he was a big mess.  All the makings of a great writer, huh?

I love the public art in Denmark...it is completely interactive...well, mostly only for those under 8 years old ...and crazy Americans. But still.

Thomas and Ina walk down towards the water where HC Anderson would spend hours helping his mother do the washing and listen to her stories of water nymphs and sprites:

For lunch we have smoergesbroed, which you are required to finish with Schnapps and herring:

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