Copenhagen Love

I made it through a stressful day today without using any curse-letters or laying down on the sidewalk and ugly crying, so as a reward, I'm letting myself blog a little about my trip to Denmark, and hey, isn't it about time anyways?

On the P.S. You are about to be overwhelmed with pictures up in here. Denmark has this whole situation going on where you just take pictures and eat pastries and take more pictures. That's life.

Denmark is an important stop on this journey because it's where Eric and I were introduced to "the pastry." Like. Literally. THE pastry (s). 

 Denmark is also important because there is water there. It's like the Scandinavian Venice, only it means business and everyone is blonde. Which is good. I fit in.

And for some reason I love being by the water. Rivers. Beaches. Lakes. Hotels with pools. I love it all.

This is Newhavn. One of my favorites of all the places I visited.

 I knew I liked Denmark before we got off of the metro. But I REALLY knew I liked Denmark when we took a cruise around the harbor  Our guide gave the tour in Danish, German, and English (Danke Schoen) which was impressive. 

This castle was for straight up vikings. The G's of the ancient Europe.

The water here is so clean and pure you can just drink it straight from the mote.... JK. 

Scandinavians know what to do with some antlers.

And chandeliers. They just know.

One of the things I loved most about this castle was that directly to the left of the lake was a huge end-of -the-school-year party for all the high school students. They were all wearing ridiculous costumes, getting very tipsy (next to a lake... not public health) and getting down (in a foam pit) to some Usher. You could hear the music from the castle. Hip hop castles. Oh man I love Denmark.

Of course before the close of the day we had to have flower soda. Or whatever. I don't know. Eric ordered it.

This building is also at the park where Eric and I sat around admiring (staring at) all the people who were just chilling (loitering?) in the park. Like really. Hundreds of them.

This is also the place where Eric and I had a serious discussion about whether or not we should eat one of the famous hot dogs, ice cream, and pastries, all within an hour of each other. It was one of my favorite memories of the trip. And also one of life's most soul searching dilemmas.

In the end the decision was obvious. Look at that brother of mine. Champion of dogs. 

 But on to the grand finale. I give you. The Danish. 

You guys these pastries were important.