Diary

When you have Danish children living abroad, it’s always exciting for them to be in Denmark. Although I may not share in that joy in quite the same way, since our family has essentially been the victim of government overreach, without ever receiving an apology. Not that it would have made much of a difference, since that sort of thing tends to…

Once most people had left the Ahoy parking lot in Rotterdam, we set off a little before midnight in our car with a freshly painted Hygge. The drive out of Rotterdam went smoothly despite the heavy rain that was now pouring down in the darkness around us. We got on the A12 highway to reach Germany as quickly as possible…

As we drove on from De Haan, the light had just begun to break, but it was a very dark and gray late-summer morning; it was only drizzling at first, and then, of course, it picked up. Then one of our brand-new windshield wipers decided to stop working; part of it was just hanging there…

As we drove on from the house through the forest that late Monday evening, everything went smoothly—no trouble, no flat tires, and no broken chassis. Hygge just rolled along quietly with us out of the Breton forest. Zac was the only one who had looked inside Hygge since it was already more than half-dark, and he…