Christmas in Copenhagen

Once again I'm at a "cafe" of sorts (minus the whole cafe part) in Copenhagen's (Kobenhavn) primary station, a long name which I can't recall and don't see in the immediate vicinity.

Christmas was spent walking around the town. Soon after I left, I realized I had forgotten my camera, which was a shame, but vowed to visit some of the places once I remembered where my hostel (the Sleep In Heaven) was and how to get there. I happened upon a wonderful cemetary, with old names, new names, not terribly crowded, and many, many trees. Trees in Europe (including England) seem to posses some great quality that gives them more character than American trees (not that there's anything wrong with Am. trees). They all twist, snarl, have warts, appear as old as earth, and really played well in the cemetary.

Continuing the walk, I found upon the graves of Hans Christien Anderson, Niels Bohr, and Sørsen Kierkegaard. Unfortunately, Carl Nielsen is in a different cemetary (which I visited today, but, without the aid of signposts and maps, was not fruitful). Pictures to follow...sometime...

I made my way through the town centre. I was hoping on seeing when/where the memory jolt would happen. I was very pleased to find that it was the Round Tower, built by a king so he could view the city without leaving his chariot, that did the trick. I walked around the shopping area, which was almost bare. Later in the evening, all the stores turn on their lights so families can enjoy strolls through town.

I pushed on past Kastrup, the area of Copenhagen that reminds us that even the status of utopia we generally give Scandanavia may be a bit high. Not to say it was dodgy, just unkempt, a bit dirty, with more-or-less inconspicuous buildings.

This was where the fog began to roll in. I walked further.

The fog was so thick as to obscure the people in the early distance. It was such to melt sky and sea together, allowing the sand on the beach to be the only sure thing. The sea itself was so clear you could peer far down and see the pebbles lying underneath. It calmly lapped it's edge. I found it quite pleasing, and reflected on how in one week I could have experienced three extremely different bodies of water.

I had wondered if families went to beaches here for Christmas, like I hear they do in Australia (why I felt the comparison betweeen Denmark and Australia, I don't know); I found out they do! Only they wear a lot of clothing because it's a bit chilly.

I eventually made it back to the hostel, remembering parts of street names, and such. Took photos, enjoyed the merriment of winter (including the necessary call from home).

And now it's off to Berlin!

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