For obvious reasons – well, obvious once you learn we took over 3,000 pictures on our vacation – I’ve decided to break these posts into installments, tackling several days at a time. Depending on how energetic I feel, I might come back and revisit a few specific themes (Danish culture, bikes, traveling avec enfant), but for now I’ll just focus on recapping our various adventures. Feel free to give this the “National Geographic” treatment – you know, stopping only to look at pictures and captions, completely ignoring the text (of course that’s not how I read the NG **cough, cough**).
Thursday was a relaxing day and a bit anticlimactic really. Since our flight left at 10:00 p.m., we spent the day engaged in “normal” activities, almost forgetting we were about to board a plane for Denmark. Our good friends the Stotts chauffeured us to the airport so we didn’t have to worry about parking our car, and we arrived with plenty of time to spare. We checked in easily saying a thank-you for the “family” line in security (I am willing and ready to exploit every perk of being a parent, see comments below re. free food). Once through security we took Abby to the play area for a while – she looked adorable in her little yellow PJ’s – and was completely oblivious as to why she was awake so long after bedtime!
We were able to pre-board about 30 minutes before the flight, and Abby was thrilled. She kept saying “plane, plane, plane” over and over…and over again. We were originally assigned a seatmate, but they kindly moved so we could have the extra seat. I moved over to the window with Abby and she was enamored with all the airport activity.
She fell asleep on take-off, and slept until I woke her up with my relentless fidgeting (plane seats are soooo uncomfortable when holding a toddler). She cried for a few minutes, but then settled back in Daddy’s arms for most of the rest of the flight. The other kids on the flight were excellent too, but neither John nor I got any sleep. On the plus side, we were awake to devour Abby’s free meal – pizza, a chocolate bar, pretzels, and juice (see exploitation comment above)!
Abby loved her wheels. We ate some snacks, wandered around the airport, and got Abby changed into some fresh clothes. We were able to board early yet again, and left for Copenhagen (København if we’re being nationally correct) about 7:45 local time. Abby fell asleep on take-off and was marvelous. Again, we devoured her free “meal” of Icelandic yogurt (a high protein, low-fat yogurt called Skyr) and a banana while she slept. We touched down and gathered our luggage without incident. All arrivals at the Copenhagen airport filter into the same central location – it was crowded and devoid of a familiar face when we arrived. Of course I worried there had been some miscommunication, but after a few minutes sweet relief – a glimpse of Tim’s face through the crowd! We were all exhausted (John and I were both running on about 1 hour of sleep; Abby had about 4), but after a quick metro and bus ride (quick because we didn’t have to figure out Copenhagen’s public transit system – Tim did everything for us), we arrived at our temporary home.
Tim has a fabulous apartment and Abby fit right in, walking from room to room, gathering each and every shoe from the entry way and dragging them around the place. She refused to nap, so after a quick lunch and a bit of unpacking, we headed off for our first glimpse of the city.
We walked quite a distance seeing Nyhavn canal, the opera house, various art museums, and the Strøget (the longest pedestrian shopping area in Europe) before taking the train home. Abby was exhausted, and fell asleep for a good chunk of the walk; poor thing wouldn’t lean back in her stroller, and despite our best efforts remained in this awkward position for quite some time.
After a shower and delicious supper we put Abby to bed. She woke once in the middle of the night, but I laid beside her bed and sang until she settled down (meaning when I finished a song I no longer heard “again, again”) – aside from that, we didn’t hear a peep until 8:00 the next morning.
After waking, we headed off at a leisurely pace to the supermarket a few streets over from Tim’s. It was interesting to note the cost of different things in comparison to home: wine, milk and cheese are remarkably cheap (although as the fat content in milk increases, so does the price – the result of a “fat” tax), diapers are comparable, and ice-cream is outrageously expensive from a North American perspective. On our way home we stopped at a local bakery (a stone’s throw from Tim’s apartment), and bought some fresh-from-the-over-pumpkin bread and danishes (which were, not surprisingly, amazing). Abby approved of her first Copenhagen breakfast:
After a nap for Abby, we headed off on bikes – an activity which wasn’t without incident. How to put this diplomatically: John and I are not tall, Danes are not short, and bike seats are put at very un-North American heights. In the end neither John nor I felt comfortable taking Abby, so Tim did the honours. I’m sure locals shared a few chuckles watching us maneuver around – likely suspecting we’d never ridden a bike before.
Another interesting observation – random exercise gear set up along the boardwalk (including a board of instructions) for anyone who suddenly felt like working out on their walk home.
Next up was a stop at the Kastellet military barracks (where there were preparations for a big charity walk the following day). We made sure to stay out of some wedding pictures being taken nearby, and let Abby walk around the ramparts…
A quick bike ride and we were at the famous Gefion Fountain; according to legend, a Swedish king promised a peasant woman that she would be granted all the land she could plow in a 24-hour period. She turned her four sons into oxen, and the resulting land mass was removed from Sweden and thrown into the sea, creating Zealand – the island on which Copenhagen is located. Interestingly enough, the largest lake in Sweden resembles Zealand in size and shape.
A few more minutes of biking and we arrived at the The Little Mermaid statue – one of the more famous landmarks in Denmark. Very underwhelming (about 4 ft) considering all tours consist of a stop of the place. It is a monument to commemorate the work of one of the most famous of Danes – Hans Christian Anderson and his story of The Little Mermaid (which I had never heard before arriving in Denmark and is pretty heartbreaking). It was commissioned by the founder of the Carlsberg brewery, and has seen some rough days – the statue’s head has been removed various times, she has been blasted into the water with explosives, and a bikini has been painted on her just to name a few of the acts of vandalism.
We biked past a sand sculpture exhibit, viewed the opera house yet again, and then ended up at Amalienborg Royal Palace – where Danish royalty overwinter. Dating back to the 1700’s, the “apartments” are quite beautiful (although small and understated compared to other palaces we would see).
The palace is situated just a few hundred meters from the Marble Church (or Frederik’s Church). It was beautiful, and we spent a few minutes walking inside.Tim was actually lucky enough to see a production of Handel’s Messiah here last December. Count me jealous!
Poor Abby was getting so tired, and fell asleep on the way home. She was (uncharacteristically) dead to the world. Feel free to ignore the gratuitous pictures of my adorable sleeping baby. John thinks I take too many pictures like this but really, does it get any cuter than this?
And thus ended our first full day in Copenhagen. Stay tuned for more recaps…