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July 10
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Last night we had a tough time finding the right house (and the right street). Here’s the story: After getting off the plane we got on the Metro to get to the stop. With the Metro you can’t fall into the rails because of a plexiglass shield, just like an Air Train. The ride was incredibly smooth so it went by fastly, when we got off we saw our first view of Kǿbenhavn (Copenhagen). The first thing we saw were bikes, the station was surrounded by bikes, bicycles, vespas, tricycles, etc. There were so many bikes, they even had to put them on elevators like cars. Once we got away from the bikes we saw all the sidewalks lined by bikes, and LOTS of people on bikes.
Now that we’ve seen the bikes we need to
see our house so we looked at our instructions: Langenlandsveg, Frederiksberg.
We were in Frederiksberg so now we had to find Langenlandsveg.
The troublesome part was, we couldn’t
pronounce it, but luckily we had it written down, but unluckily nobody knew
where it was. But luckily, we found 4 men in an outside bar who were happy to
help us. We asked “Do you know where Langenlandsveg (pronounced “langilansvey”)
is?” And they looked at each other asking about it, and they didn’t have an
answer, so we showed it to them on the instructions, and they said, “Oh, you
mean Langelandsveg (pronounced lenglansvey). Let’s see.” So they searched on
their phone and found it, they showed us how to get there and so we were about
to leave, but then we remembered to say “Tusen Tak” (thousand thanks). And as a
last thing they said they had just gotten their Bachelor degrees in philosophy!
(yay). But then we left.
We found the house, got the keys, went into
the apartment and looked around. At the table there was a note from the girl whose
room I was staying in, in perfect English, saying that I could use any games,
including the tons of Wii games they have (Tusen Tak). (Now there is an actual
3 hrs of night time.)
When we woke up we had a light breakfast
and started walking on a street bound for the city center. On the way I ordered
in Danish three chocolate buns for us to munch on. We learned that in Kǿbenhavn,
restaurants are only open for dinner. By the time we wanted lunch we were
pretty far from our house and right next to “Shawarma Huset” (the Shawarma
House), so we had shawarma. Me, mom, and dad had shawarma wraps, and Cedar had
a pig in a blanket the size of a hot dog.| Lopsided mary go round, all 4 people |
| Lopsided cup that made me nauseous |
Woooooh-HAH! Nausea inducing cup seats and side-less merry-go-rounds that seem made for the fun of falling off—— the (presumably less-litigious) Danes know how to let kids have fun and explore their sense of balance. It's a nice bold step from our American playgrounds where swings have safety belts.
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