After dropping off our bags at the hotel, we picked up a snack (Fanta for Jeff, Coke Lite for me, and some chocolate), and went off to the Strogat. It was St. Patrick's Day, so we caught the end of a bagpiping parade, which was appropriate because back at home it was my Dad's bday. We learned quickly that everyone speaks English, so I didn't even have to try out my Danish (which is nice, because I don't have any Danish to try), but because of Jeff's amazing light blonde hair everyone initially assumed we were locals. I love Jeff's hair.
The city was very clean, very tall, old buildings lining the streets, and oh, the cobble stone.
Of course I was very observant of the mothers and children and kept imagining what it would be like to live there in my current phase of life (not that we have any plans to go abroad). I already knew that you basically get a bomb "Motherhood Package" from the government, and maternity leave that makes America's seem like a long weekend. Maybe that is why there were babies EVERYWHERE. Especially compared to Amsterdam. If I had a nickel for every bassinet on 4 wheels I saw, I would have a lot of nickels. 2013 actually posted the lowest birthrate in decades, and they launched a campaign to get people having babies, which is all really surprising to me. Again, babies EVERYWHERE. And they were all so well behaved. I only once saw a mother leaning over to shush her fussing child. I would also like to add that the babies stayed in the bassinet much longer than they do here in the Estados Unidos -- I'd see babies that had to be about 1 year old relaxing obligingly in the stroller. We saw several day care groups where there were about 2 children to every adult. They were out and about at museums, parks, all bundled up in beanies and puffer outfits, and all very blonde. To me, in all the little boys I saw my nephew Max, and in every little girl I saw my quasi-niece Juniper.
Lots of Nikes, lots of boots, lots of black clothing.
So many bikes. Some of the bikes had huge cargo buckets on the front or back for their kids to sit in. Really, the improvisational elements to these bikes were impressive. I can see how they were turning bikes and strollers into their minivans.
Everything is so dang expensive.
Tuesday morning we got an early start, and shoved a loaf of cinnamon bread down our gullets. We were so hungry! Hunger was basically omnipresent during this trip because we walked so much. Anyway, we went immediately over to The Church of Our Lady (Vor Frue Kirke) to see the Christus and the statues of the 12 Apostles. Why is everything in Europe so beautiful and detailed beyond belief? I tried so hard to let everything soak in nice and deep, because I know that even though pictures are nice, they can't ever even compare to the feeling of being there and seeing it live. I loved seeing the original Christus -- we Mormons are very familiar with the statue, but the one in Copenhagen was even fancier and more beautiful. From there we walked over to the Mermaid statue, and I'll now segue over to some visual aids:
|We were off the Metro and walking to our hotel!|
|The guy on the left with the accordion was playing Time to Say Goodbye on the Strogat this fine evening.|
|I looked down just in time to notice this Imagine Dragons poster! Crazy that the same Dan Reynolds who, as a 17 year old, ordered me to choose between getting a wedgie or my nose picked, has a fan base and presence in Denmark.|
|Cinnamon bread or Kanestang that was inhaled|
|I just always liked Peter best.|
|Absolutely incredible. The nice priest came and said hello to us after the service. It can't be an easy job he's got!|
|A little chilled by the water!|
|Just a random forgotten door -- you're killing me with the details!|
|The Little Mermaid -- not quite as happy as the Disney version with its excessive sunshine blowing! Read about Hans Christian Anderson's original version -- it's completely depressing.|
|When I saw this in one of the museums I gasped -- this bust looks JUST like my nephew Rower, but with hair!|
|My pizza-esque dinner on our first night...|
|And my lover boy's dinner on the first night there.|
|Coke Lite is maybe a major draw in leaving my mother country.|
|They do sell these licorice candies in los estados, but you know they don't taste as good!|
|And proof that me and my faithful husband were at the Christus statue!|
|At Fredricksborg Castle|
|Crazy beautiful flag blowing in the crisp Denmark air. (More Fredricksborg Castle)|
|Seeing this park that my boys would die over made me miss them just a little bit. But the sand was wet, so that might have bothered the very tactile Jude.|
|Creeping on a Day Care group -- look at those little buddies!|