I am in Denmark, at last!
I am so in love with this country.
If you don't have anything better to do, check out the
flickr thing I got for the trip.
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mfmcgrory told me that I should write about what I'm doing, seeing, experiencing, etc. here in Daneland, but I don't even know how to describe it. What I'm doing is sitting in my hostel, but what I did was wander downtown on the bus (which is free) to the Arhus tourist information centre (which is confusing) and through a mall there (which was amazing). As a bit of an aside, the fashion here is just... I mean, I love all of it. Think American Apparel, but affordable, and everyone wears either chucks or flats. So many bright colours, especially vibrant tights and skirts. On top of that, they're all blond and the men are gorgeous. I've never fit in so well. To look at me, you'd think I lived here.
What I've seen is a cornucopia of bicycles, buses and trains, but very few cars. There are more people on bikes than walking, and so the streets are very well-paved. I've seen the botanical gardens that are three blocks from my hostel, where there are little ponds full of minnows. I've seen some confused tourists from Ontario that helped me figure out how to get downtown and were glad to have someone to speak English too. I even helped them translate something on their map, which made me feel proud.
I've also seen the Danish H&M store, and I've seen my wallet cry. I'm going back there tomorrow to buy more than just an (awesome) bag. Backpacks are awkward to carry. I've seen two lesbian couples kissing on the street, because, of course, it's totally legal and accepted and normal here. Nobody but me even glanced at them. It made me so happy.
I've experienced massive sleep-deprivation, resulting in 14 hours of coma-like rest last night after watching a British talk show wherein this flamboyant host in a silver scarf interviewed John Waters about blowjobs and I got a bit of culture shock over the lack of censorship. I love Europe. Love love love. I've experienced what it's like to live off nothing but Haribo gummy bears. I did buy myself a cucumber, though. For eating.
I brought my webcam. Maybe I'll make a video for the next entry. You can see how haggard I look. And it's easier to talk than type. The words can't come out fast enough.
But seriously.
Danish H&M. If you walked in, you would think of me.
