The Pacific Surfliner took us from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara. We met a former presidential candidate on the train. A complete nut job that talked nonstop all the way to Ventura about his family, Jesus, the Philippines, Trump, his ideas for his presidency, conspiracy theories and the apps on his phone. He then may or may not have missed his stop since he got up too late to realize we had arrived. Quite the character. Entertaining but exhausting. Onward from Santa Barbara, the thruway bus let us off in Solvang. It’s as if Denmark was made into Disneyland. Gawking at all the nifty shops with Danish flags, æbleskiver, rød pølse, bakeries (with Danish, or as Scandinavians call them Wiener bread, go figure). Of course we tried them all. Not too surprisingly, I didn’t hear a single soul speaking Danish today.