Note to self: 2 hour layovers in suburban German train stations are not the best way to break up 14 hours of travel. Regardless, though, I did manage to sleep on the train -- much better, in fact, than I did on the plane over here, and the train was much less comfortable. So, here I am in Copenhagen, home of the snuggly striped sweater and oversized baby strollers. I don't know why, but there are babies all over this city riding around in hummer-sized strollers. Maybe because it gets cold here in winter?
I hated it when I left the station. I was right in the center of the tourist district, which most closely resembles a shopping mall transplanted in to a street full of old buildings. And after all the beautiful canals and old homes in Amsterdam, the few modern buildings that Copenhagen has thrown in to the mix were upsetting. Once I got away from their and found a hostel to stay at, though, things got better. It really is gorgeous here, and there's finally enough chill in the air to wear my sweater. It's also warm enough to get by in a tank top in a lot of places, which is why I find it amusing to see natives walking around in the aformentioned snuggly sweaters and scarves. I'm from California and I'm less bundled up than they are! (I can't tell you the actual temperature, because my keyring thermometer-compass got stuck at 78ยค somewhere in London and hasn't moved since.)
I have yet to figure out exactly what happened, but apparently I walked in to some sort of restricted area while attempting to get to the Rosenborg castle. I knew I was right near the entrance, saw the castle across an expansive lawn (really expansive, but hey, it's a castle, right?), walked by the wide open car entrance and in to the wide open pedestrian entrance. At which point a Royal Guardsman in full uniform stopped his paces and told me I wasn't allowed in. I eventually found the castle entrance around the corner through a park, but I'm really wondering what it was I tried to walk in to.
I also went to the Danish Design Museum (Hammill and Jess, I know you're hating me right now). It was filled with... what else but brilliant Danish modern design in bright colors and cool textures and patterns. I think my favorite piece was a couch... how to explain? If you set it down as they did in the museum, it's a seesaw couch. There is one "leg" that runs from front to back, and the couch rests only on that. To balance, you would seat one person on each end and a third in the center. There is one armrest on each side of the center seat and one at each end. Of course, it can also be flipped so that the couch rests on the armrests and balances properly, but it's so much more interesting the other way! Really wish there were someone here to geek out with me about it. :-)
I hated it when I left the station. I was right in the center of the tourist district, which most closely resembles a shopping mall transplanted in to a street full of old buildings. And after all the beautiful canals and old homes in Amsterdam, the few modern buildings that Copenhagen has thrown in to the mix were upsetting. Once I got away from their and found a hostel to stay at, though, things got better. It really is gorgeous here, and there's finally enough chill in the air to wear my sweater. It's also warm enough to get by in a tank top in a lot of places, which is why I find it amusing to see natives walking around in the aformentioned snuggly sweaters and scarves. I'm from California and I'm less bundled up than they are! (I can't tell you the actual temperature, because my keyring thermometer-compass got stuck at 78ยค somewhere in London and hasn't moved since.)
I have yet to figure out exactly what happened, but apparently I walked in to some sort of restricted area while attempting to get to the Rosenborg castle. I knew I was right near the entrance, saw the castle across an expansive lawn (really expansive, but hey, it's a castle, right?), walked by the wide open car entrance and in to the wide open pedestrian entrance. At which point a Royal Guardsman in full uniform stopped his paces and told me I wasn't allowed in. I eventually found the castle entrance around the corner through a park, but I'm really wondering what it was I tried to walk in to.
I also went to the Danish Design Museum (Hammill and Jess, I know you're hating me right now). It was filled with... what else but brilliant Danish modern design in bright colors and cool textures and patterns. I think my favorite piece was a couch... how to explain? If you set it down as they did in the museum, it's a seesaw couch. There is one "leg" that runs from front to back, and the couch rests only on that. To balance, you would seat one person on each end and a third in the center. There is one armrest on each side of the center seat and one at each end. Of course, it can also be flipped so that the couch rests on the armrests and balances properly, but it's so much more interesting the other way! Really wish there were someone here to geek out with me about it. :-)
posted by Kristal at 6:46 AM
3 Comments:
you bitch! i wanna go....now!
that's it, i'm buying a ticket out there (for 2020)
sounds awesome.
hey, did the guard tell you you weren't allowed in in english, or some other language?
Well dear,
I'm sure you don't remember, but you had one of those hummer-sized strolers. Never could fit it in the car until be bought the Suburban (when Chad was born). And they are great for all those snuggly warm things.
Everyone here (seriously, everyone, including bus drivers and McDonalds employees) speaks English. But the actual conversation was more of a "stop" gesture, and I said "I can't go here?" and he said "No, it's closed."
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