What do you do, when the summer weather in your own country is bad? Exactly, you book a holiday in another country – that is, if you can afford it and have the time. But while a lot of people go to countries in the south, like Spain or Italy, I tend to go to the north instead. I’m not really a fan of the heat you mostly find in the south. For me a nice, somewhat sunny and warmish day is perfect. Yet, there is one thing about the Scandinavian summer which makes you, as a German, wonder why you even left your own country in the first place: the weather doesn’t differ that much from the weather the German summer has to offer.
As I sat in the car on my way to Denmark, I drove underneath a sky filled with dark clouds. Rain hit the car and its windows hard and I was barely able to see the other cars in the distance. It was grey and gloomy and dark. The only things which would have made it even more end-of-the-world-like would have been thunder and lightning. Luckily, though, the two decided not to show up at all. So, hoping that the weather would clear sooner or later, I continued to go north to where I had heard the weather was at least slightly better.
Shortly after I crossed the Danish border, the rain stopped and the sun shone down on me. The decision to go to Denmark seemed to have been a rather good one then. Yet, although the weather was good for the whole drive through the Danish countryside, it changed again almost as soon as I reached the holiday home. I had only just brought all my things inside when it started raining again. The hopes of the rest of the day being nice and sunny were quickly diminished, but after hours in the car and the stress of driving on the German Autobahn – which, despite the often missing tempo limit, takes quite some time due to all the traffic jams – I didn’t mind that much. After all, it was only the first day and there was still hope for it to improve overnight.
On the next morning, I woke to find that the rain had started to fall even harder than the day before. The sky was grey and filled with clouds, in the distance I could hear what I believed to be thunder. The hope of the sun and warmth was diminished again. It didn’t seem likely to get better with the hours. And even if it had seemed that way, who could have said whether it would have stayed that way until the end of the day? But yet again, I didn’t truly mind. A relaxed day inside of the house could be as good as a day outside when the weather was good.
You may ask yourself, why somebody would travel to a country in the north of Europe in hope of better weather and at least some kind of summer. Let me tell you why. My family and I have travelled to this country, to this one town ever since I was born. Only a few times did we stay in another town, while most years took us back to the little town next to the North Sea in the south of Denmark. I know my way around here almost as well as I know my way around my hometown. Coming here is as close to a tradition as it gets for me and my family. And as somebody from northern Germany I am simply used to rain and wind, thunderstorms and a rather cool summer.
For me it is not necessarily all about the weather when I go on holiday. It’s rather about the whole atmosphere I find in the country I travel to. With Denmark I always know that it’s going to be a good and relaxing one. The people are friendly, the country is quiet and even the other foreigners on holiday seem to behave in a more relaxed manner whenever they are here. In my opinion, that’s what’s so great about Denmark and Scandinavia in general – the relaxing atmosphere and the friendly people. So, although the Scandinavian summer doesn’t really differ that much from the German summer, or rather the summer in northern Germany, I still think it is a nice change to drive all the way up to Denmark and spend some time away from the rather noisy and rather hectic life at home.