{"id":29148,"date":"2018-09-29T10:52:14","date_gmt":"2018-09-29T14:52:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.runkevinrun.com\/?p=29148"},"modified":"2018-09-29T10:56:07","modified_gmt":"2018-09-29T14:56:07","slug":"september-29-2018-that-makes-me-the-village-idiot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/runkevinrun.com\/?p=29148","title":{"rendered":"September 29, 2018 – That Makes Me The Village Idiot!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Another day, another mistake.<\/p>\n

I should have sucked it up and gone to Egeskov Castle. Instead I opted for the Colonial Williamsburg-ish Funen Village (Den Fynske Landsby<\/span><\/em>). It\u2019s an open-air, “living” museum recreating 19th Century Odense.<\/p>\n

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Here\u2019s the thing – I\u2019m not really a fan of Colonial Williamsburg.<\/p>\n

And so this village thing really wasn\u2019t my jam.\u00a0 It wasn’t my jam at all.\u00a0 It was my anti-jam.\u00a0 What’s anti-jam?\u00a0 Probably the original fruit, as it could be considered pre-jammed, right?<\/p>\n

I have many questions but few answers, people.<\/p>\n

The docent did hand me an English map. And there were some English placards strewn about offering occasional \u201cgist\u201d translations, though not for everything. And the peasant players who eat and breathe and work the re-enactment of the villagers, they may have spoken English if I tried but I was oddly intimidated. I felt guilty not remembering even \u201chej\u201d for \u201chello\u201d and if I did I\u2019m sure I would\u2019ve butchered the pronunciation.<\/p>\n

So I wandered about, taking in the sights and sounds and smells<\/em> of farm living. I also banged my head on the door jam of the clog maker\u2019s hut. At least I remembered the Danish word for \u201cshit!\u201d<\/p>\n

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In any event, pictures from an 19th century farm re-enactment:<\/p>\n