Update: Just got back from a weekend on the little Danish island of Bornholm. I biked about 40-something miles this weekend, all around the island. Yesterday we rode to the southernmost tip, where there are white beaches that stretch forever, with mountains of sand and patches of forest everywhere. The water was so clear you could see to the bottom of the ocean, the Baltic Sea. I had an ice cream cone that was about two feet tall and topped with a little Danish flag (the Danes put flags absolutely everywhere). And I hiked along some cliffs and into a tiny little cave about a person wide. If I could stop wishing my life away, everything would be perfect.