Golden Gate Bridge... it feels so small driving over, but if you hit the park on the North side... Whoa. Took three rolls of film, watched the Buddist monks almost get blown off the edge and drove back to the hotel humbled.
A redwood. Muir Woods blew me away. I'm used to palm trees and these things are enormous. I felt positively insignificant next to those serene giants. And those crazy roads on the edge of the Pacific between Half Moon Bay and San Francisco. I seriously thought I was going to fall off the side of the mountain or be smashed by falling rocks. But so amazingly beautiful and full of random, pristine beaches. More rolls of film.
Copenhagen... let down. more Burger Kings, KFC, and chinese takeout than where I live now. Sweden was beautiful and so much more cultural that I thought it would be. And
cold in March. Helsingur and Helsingborg (sorry, for the spelling, no extra characters!) were absolutely amazing. I felt like I was in a time warp. First time seeing snow. Brrrr...
/me feeling the itch to pull out the passport again. sigh.