We arrived in the seaside town of Glucksburg close to sunset last Sunday night, and were lucky again to be greeted by the kind of gorgeous, inspiring scenery that poets write about. Worried that the weather might change anytime soon, we parked the car, wandered frantically in search of the reception desk, and checked in just in time to catch the last moments of another day’s end in this small patch of paradise near the German-Danish border. The pier and beach front were surprisingly empty, just us and the sound of waves punctuated by occasional laughter from people enjoying drinks on the far off boardwalk restaurant. It was in the purest sense, bliss.