I just took a trip to Europe with the family priest, Fr. Beaver, who takes all of the boys over 21 in the family on trips around the world (free of charge!). He is a great guy, 80 years old but as smart as they come. We had many a great discussion while seeing every nook and cranny of Denmark with portions of other countries. Here are pics from the trip! It’s in reverse though, because this blogger thing formats poorly…
I will probably buried in something like this.
I LOVE DOMES. I want one in my room.
Maybe I will be buried in something like this instead. In a full suit of armor, like these badasses.
The elusive Beaver…
The stud after his post-Atlantic swim. It was freezing and I had to get naked and change in the middle of nowhere with barely a bush to hide behind…
Just thought this would make a good pic
I-Forget-ville at the top of a church.
Tell me this isn’t the fugliest church art you’ve ever seen.
Border pic 1
Border pic 2
The little town in Germany we stayed in for a day and where I got my bull horn to drink out of.
Jellyfish are invading over there. I want an explanation. It was creepy, like the book Sphere.
*JUMP* (A button)
Shipwrecked badasses, if survived, would donate an expensive little model boat to the churches over there. The churches would hang them everwhere. It was kinda strange but I liked it!
Car & Driver cover shot September 2009. That car rocked.
My 80 year old cheauffer.
Chalk cliffs East of Stege, Denmark. Gorgeous. I wanted to hike around a bit more, but didn’t want to leave the Beav longer than I had to…
These people bike everywhere. It’s nuts. This was in Malmo, Sweden. Ikeas EVERYWHERE. They are like Starbucks over there. Who needs furniture every day like we need coffee? Ingamar from Ikea, and all his Swede friends, that’s who.
They have traffic lights for their bikes in Copenhagen. It’s rad.
This tower must have been a giant narwhal’s tusk. I want one.
…a poorly taken pic of some catwalks and the faux dome below.
And getting anti-chronologically farther from the church.
This is the famous mermaid of Copenhagen. Pretty unremarkable. (mer-MAN!)
…some kind of failboat.
Me in Tivoli, lookin overweight.
I wanted to do this, but the Beav probably wouldn’ta liked it…
Ooh, look at my photographing skillzzzzzzzz.
A manhole cover and some great-looking black man’s feet. …That symbol means ‘Tivoli’ in Chinese. I think. Roughly.
This was the Beav’s favorite part of the trip, our ride on this here wheelie-bobber.
Looks ominous…. Like how I got the tower in the corner? Me too. It is still a shitty pic, but that is because the building is shitty, so get off me man!
I need to go snyrt myself.
I want this painting and contemplated stealing it, but travelling in the midst of a priest is a deterrent to such jouvenile behavior. It’s the Aurora, dummiez.
This is in Reykjavik, Iceland. Reykjavik is the only word I have ever seen with my initials in it in order. kooky.
The church’s backside.
Some nave in the same church as the above. Its call Hallsgrimsomethin’, it’s Lutheran (like everything north of the Danube), it’s pretty, and it is the tallest building in Iceland at 380 ft (I didn’t measure it with my laser measurer, so don’t quote me on that).
That fellow up there got yelled at by the tour guide for climbing cliffs. He ignored it and his priest friend took a picture. (It’s me, duh.)
Nature and stuff.
Hot pools of soda springy thingys. Fun stuff.
The Reverend Father Beaver, parish priest and former military chaplain and colonel, standing by a hot water pool.
Look at that BAMF.
Fr. Beaver wanted to buy this shirt for me because he always tells me I have a poor mouth.