Living in Denmark is like riding a tsunami of traditions.  Just as you get your head around one tradition another one whacks you on the head.  It’s been a double whammy this week with Sankt Hans Aften and students driving around celebrating on strucks in their ‘graduation caps’ (studenterkørsel). A rite of passage for most.  Check out my video below from today with some of the students doing a ‘driveby’ celebrating to get a taster of what you can expect this time of the year (apologies for the poor quality, I was quite excited). 

Until now my pick of Danish Traditions had been Dancing Cow Day.  Its’ the day the cows are let out of their barns after 4 months winter ‘hibernation’ and are free once again to frolic in the grass.  The excitement of which makes them dance.  Hence the naming of ‘Dancing Cow Day’.  Pure brilliance.  Or as we would say in my country, Dancing Cow Day tickled my fancy.

However the latest Danish tradition I’ve been fast catching up on is burning witches.  Sankt Hans Aften. Of equal brilliance because they burn witches. 

If you’ve been following our blog and Facebook page you will already know that this day has been highly anticipated by BBB & I.  I admire the Danes.  Not only do they sing in public, are largely at one with nakedness, but they also go to battle with witches.   

For the full explanation with perhaps more accuracy than what I would otherwise give you head to: http://www.thelocal.dk/20150623/denmark-sankt-hans-aften

All of this very much makes it a day of celebration in Denmark with families and friends coming together for a BBQ or other meal before heading off to watch one of the local bonfires. 

The Dane has been telling me about this day for many years.  But until now we haven’t been in Denmark to actually experience it.  Last night was our first Sankt Hans Aften.  So after carefully hiding my broomstick in the attic we ventured out into the evening to first enjoy a BBQ with friends before heading to the big bonfire.

However the witches had other plans.

After a brilliant uncharacteristically warm Copenhagen day of 28c+ wth warm winds and blue skies all hell erupted in the skies at 8pm with the most wicked thunder and lightning storm.  So the only glimpse we had of the local bonfire was through a car window being pelted with rain with a groggy BBB in the backseat.  No singing.  No speeches.  No witches.  Just disappointment.

The electrical storm was intense and lasted for an hour before returning for another hour at 3am.  The revenge of the witches. And why you should never mess with a witch.  Their powers were much stronger and scarier than any of the bonfires built and lit in Denmark last night hence creating the most wickedest display of light and noise.  BBB slept through it all.  I did not.  Barely coping with the pretty much 24 hour daylight/twilight that summer brings in Denmark I was now having to cope with blinding flashes lighting up our bedroom as well. 

Understandably my disappointment is high.  It feels like I’ve just found out Santa Claus isn’t real. 

On the positive though we had a lovely meal with good friends.  But it does also mean I now have to wait 12 more months before I can fully experience the beauty that is Sankt Hans Aften.  Until then BBB, my broomstick and I will keep working our magic in other ways in Copenhagen.

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