Welcome to part two of our Denmark adventures.
12/13
Jet lag, man. I was tired. I think I barely blinked when Brad headed to work. When I woke up, I was upset that he didn’t wake me up for the hotel breakfast. Ha! So I got ready slowly and walked to a grocery store. A roll and two mandarins do not fill up the tank. Let me tell you. There wasn’t much time till lunch with Brad, so I wander around a bit near his office. We were staying at Hotel St. Thomas in the Vesterbrogade neighborhood. It’s just a 15 minute walk to the central train station, and there are about a dozen buses within a block of the hotel. Prime real estate, if you ask me!
After a delicious lunch as Issuu, I hopped on a train and headed to Statens Museum for Kunst, aka fancy art museum. Whoa. What a cool place. I spent about two hours wandering around. My Copenhagen Card app told me there was a geology museum across the street, so I checked that out. FYI, geology museums are not very interesting if you can’t read the captions. I lasted about five minutes in the one-room museum and then headed back to Rosenborg castle. Yay for arriving two minutes before close!
Once Brad finished work, we ate some leftovers for dinner and headed to Christiansborg Castle to check out the ruins underneath. They were rad, of course. Then we went across the water to Sweden! Sweden was empty. So so empty. Probably because of the darkness and cold. We spent our entire time trying to find a bathroom. So goes our entire travel story. (Step count: 17,107)
12/14
Same old story of wandering and getting lost but ZOO DAY. I absolutely adored being the only one in the whole zoo. It was amazing. All the enclosures were crazy low. To see the kangaroos, you seriously just walk into a gate, and they’re all there, hopping across the path. HOW COOL. Oh, I love zoos.
After work, we hopped on a train towards Hellerup to go to Louisiana MoMA. We kept laughing at the announcements because Hellerup sounds a whole lot like Hggghhhllllrrrhhhhup. Danish is a beautiful language. hfsdhlkjhhhjk. The train dropped us off in this tiny town where I swear there was nothing but homes and this museum. Also, the museum was a mile and a half from the train station. TG for thermals, gloves, and crazy thick socks. I was still freezing my toes off. Weather wimp. Brad nonstop made fun of how complainy I was. Ha! Anyways, the museum seemed to be dropped in the most random spot just tucked in a neighborhood. But it was pretty from the outside!
Brad’s coworkers kept telling us we HAVE to try the buffet. They failed to mention that it was like $40 per person! Oh well, we were starving, and there was nothing nearby. The buffet ended up being amazing. It was mostly traditional Danish food with plenty of vegetarian options. Clearly, Brad had a bigger selection. After dinner, we wandered through the museum. It was rad. So rad. 10/10 would recommend. (Step Count: 23,023)
This photo was taken at 1:30pm. ^^^
12/15
Not much to say today. More wanderings, canal tour, and Fish Feet! I’ll let some photos speak. (Step Count: 12,493)
12/16
Final day in Denmark. Brad’s work party started at three, so I just had a couple hours to roam before meeting up for lunch. I wandered towards Norrebro, a district at the north end of Copenhagen. It was mostly apartments and schools and libraries. So people actually live here! Neat. I tried to look at an apartment, but the guy definitely could tell I wasn’t a serious renter. I thought my years of apartment managing would come in handy when I was trying to lie. I guess not. Also, I have a hard time quickly converting Kroner to USD and square meters to square feet.
Issuu’s Christmas party was the most interesting I’ve ever been to. We started on the corner in a lot full of Christmas trees. There, we met a woman who used to be a homeless prostitute. Apparently, one of Copenhagen’s humanitarian programs helps homeless get jobs by hiring them to do city tours. It’s a unique tour, however. This woman took us around Vesterbrogade and told us stories of her life. This doorway is where I lived my first year of being homeless. This door leads to a safe house for women to hide from their pimps. This hallway is where I first tried cocaine. She showed us safe houses where addicts can get their fix twice a day for free. Besides being the coldest I’ve ever been in my whole life, it was an intriguing evening. I felt blessed that my mother didn’t sell me to strangers when I was 10.
After the tour, the evening took a turn towards traditional Denmark celebrations. Food, games, drinking, and dancing. (Step Count: 15,862)
