I’m here! And by here I am not in Dubrovnik Croatia. I am in my nineteen hour lay over in Copenhagen. But I have left the airport and have experienced some of what this impressively charming and expensive city has to offer. I’m glad I’m only here for nineteen hours though because beer should not be ten dollars a glass. That’s just cruel and unusual punishment.
The metro in Copenhagen is ungodly clean. It feels like Disney World. It’s pleasant, but something in me loves the grubby realness of NYC transit. After checking into my hostel I went in search of a cheap prepaid phone. I found that for some reason that is a concept the Danish have not taken to. The first phone store sneered at me, “A cheap phone?”. They sent me to a large electronics store that only had one prepaid phone, and it would only work in Denmark. Gone are the days of my easy London phone that I’d just pop more minutes on and take all over Europe with me.
Once I gave up on my search I found there was a park directly next to my hostel. So I did the one thing a girl could do. I hula hooped. And of course I met a nice Danish guy in the process who was mesmerized, and insisted on learning the isolation trick. I’ve been Europe all of five minutes and I’ve already made friends. Tonight is open mike night at my hostel, so who knows what mischief I’ll get up to.