Greetings and salutations! I was about to apologize for the delay between this post and my last, but then I realized: “hold on a second, this is MY blog. I can post whenever I please, dang flabbit.” Hopefully my dear reader does not take offense. An alternative title for this blog clearly could have been “Around the World in 80 Shades of Sass.”
Anyway, I best be getting on with it. For the third stop on our journey, Mom and I sauntered on over to Copenhagen, Denmark. Remember how I was proud of the boat hotel I booked in Sweden? Well, I am not exactly proud of the hotel I booked in Copenhagen. It started off like any other hotel… and then we realized it was actually a youth hostel. Something about the glaring bright lights, alcohol in abundance, and young inebriated fools tipped us off. Mom was not pleased. At least I had the prudence to book a private room.
We survived the night in the disreputable hostel and made our way to the city center to embark on a boat tour. Copenhagen truly shines from the water. We appreciated the ingenuity with which the city was built to not only work around vast amounts of water, but also utilize it to the fullest. Denmark boasts of its architectural design prowess, and I must say it has earned the right to do so.
After taking in the architectural sites from the chilly water, we dashed into a coffee shop to try to wait out the impending storm.
Denmark is known for having some of the best coffee in the world. I’m not much of a coffee aficionado (I prefer tea), but Mom attested to the quality of her mocha hazelnut coffee confection.
Not to be left out from a sugary indulgence, I procured one of the most classic Danish delicacies: Hindbærsnitter, which literally translated means “raspberry slices.” Imagine a raspberry pop tart, but fresh and far, far superior.
We walked through the center square to a street called Strøget, famed for its status as Europe’s longest pedestrian shopping street.
After discovering that plates were out of my price range (like everything else in Scandinavia), I decided to cheer myself up by eating something that goes on a plate. We dined in the trendy Royal Smushi Cafe, renowned for serving smørrebrød, Danish open-faced sandwiches built on a thin layer of dense sourdough rye bread. The name of the sandwich comes from the Danish words for butter (smør) and bread (brød).
On our way to Rosenborg Castle, we began to notice an interesting trend. Taxis in Copenhagen are rather posh. When I think taxi, I think of a old yellow “beater” car as my dad would say. The color yellow is just about the only thing taxis in Denmark share with that description…
Needless to say, we walked to our next destination instead of taking one of the exorbitant yellow beasts. Rosenborg Castle’s fascinating facade motivated us to brave the freezing air in order to view the castle, which features 400 years of splendor, royal art treasures, and the Crown Jewels.
For our last stop of the day, we journeyed out to Torvehallerne market, an up-and-coming outdoor market replete with a bounty of food stalls, drinks, and hipsters.
To commence Day Two, we hopped on a bus to Nyhavn, a 17th-century waterfront, canal, and entertainment district. It is lined by brightly colored 17th and early 18th century townhouses, bars, cafes and restaurants.
We had a marvelous time meandering around the aquatic neighborhood and exploring the main canal, which harbors a plethora of historical wooden ships.
You may not be able to tell, but it was so cold that Mom’s eyes were brimming with tears. But don’t worry, the weather improved as the day progressed.
We pondered, “what statue would be the most qualified to contend with the rain?”
“Why, a mermaid, of course!”
Hence, we visited The Little Mermaid statue next.
As the grand finale to our trip to Copenhagen, we espied Christiansborg Palace, the seat of the Danish Parliament, the Danish Prime Minister’s Office, the Supreme Court of Denmark, and the Danish monarch. The palace is, thus, home to the three supreme powers: the executive power, the legislative power, and the judicial power. It is the only building in the world that houses all three of a country’s branches of government!
The grandiose palace impressed with flair.
In typical Janelle fashion, no room enchanted me more than the library. O, how beautiful, it was!
After seeing the sweetest of sights, we desired to taste something equally sweet. Cue Danish pastries.
It’s a good thing I do not dwell in Denmark. If I did, I would quickly require larger trousers.
We bid farewell to Copenhagen, sad to say goodbye to a city filled with ever-increasing ingenuity, but overjoyed to be saying sayonara to the horrendous hostel.