O Denmark native land of the noisy fun...

I can't leave from the mind the travel that I have made last year in company of pella and the mo, a beautifull adventure in which i approached my heart the great state of Denmark.
Nearly all the friends with which I have spoken about travels have said me that in several the places that have visited, one in
particular kidnapped the heart, and it had become love rising at a distance in which to times it is suffered too much for the separation.
I have found my love in DENMARK, in it's beauty, in it's kind of peaple who live there, and all the girls who live in that country kissed by God, and hour that still separates a year to me before being able to replace foot in my loved earth, I do not make other that to think it, dream it, and smell the scent.
I can't see the day to throw the bag in the car, to go up with mine two friends, and to go to the grat north, and not only Denmark, because pella wants to come back in Norway and Finland, and travel all over, and take all that land give to us.
I conclude with my classic scream, that's raise from my heart

GREAT DENMARK!!!

RED