Well friends, 9.5 hours after take off and we are in Denmark.
Paul has an interview for a job here, and we are ever so close to relocating. Although, one does have to wonder at the wisdom of a chatterbox like me immigrating to a country where itâ€™s rude to make small talk with strangers! Iâ€™ve already offended a woman by cooing at her ugly-cute mutt, and alienated another by commenting on her terrific orange eyeglasses. Sigh. It will certainly be hard for me to curb the urge to talk to every child and elderly person in site. It could only be worse for my soulmate Jen, who regularly accosts strangers at Trade Joeâ€™s in order to tell their fortunes and issue blessings.
Copenhagen is not one of those world-class stunners of a city. Foregoing flash, this small wonder has cornered the market on charm. From what we have seen so far itâ€™s squat and well keptâ€”a low-rise city with darling balconies jutting out everywhere. I canâ€™t shake the impression of an old maiden aunt whoâ€™s kept her self quite well. Reserved preservation seems to be the key here. Unlike our car crazy city, Copenhagen seems to be populated almost entirely of bicycles. Already Iâ€™ve seen a woman riding her bike in a skirt, stockings, high heals, and a fur coat. The only thing cuter than the bikes are all the babies in old-fashioned prams making there way down the strassa. Since only the dog would acquiesce to riding in a pram, Iâ€™m dreaming instead of an Electra cruiser with wicker basket and an efficient little bell. (Edenâ€™s only requirement for her new bike is the â€œdinger bellâ€ â€“ Cate insists on streamers.)
Weâ€™ve checked into the vintage Hellerup Park Hotel. Our small room with the yellow curtains is the epitome of Denmarkâ€™s national goal of being hyggelig (who-gull-ie), or â€œcozy.â€ I once heard travel guru Rick Steves say, â€œYouâ€™ll rarely see Danes sitting down without a candle between them.â€ This is true even in our tiny rented room â€“ a candle waits for us on the side table. Everyone is helpful and polite, and I think our dinner waitress might just be in love â€“ Paul miscalculated the exchange rate and gave her a $25 dollar tip!