Sitting in Prague I still haven't had a Chance to write my thoughts and experiences of Copenhagen. I loved it there so much! The people are the best , so friendly and hospitable. To give you a idea we rented bikes and explored which I highly recommend by the way. We cruised over to the Christiansen island and I saw some people sitting outside a cozy pub, I smiled they smiled back I said it's so beautiful!! I asked do you live here? Yes of course they reply. Jimmie somehow chimes in braggingly she's Danish .. the man jumps up says sit sit I will buy you a beer! What? Are you kidding I gladly sit just for the visit, they ended up insisting on buying strangers beers. I got my lesson on my Danish roots, the meaning of my name the area where different ones lived. Our friendly host was so cheerfully sharing so much history with me. She proudly looked at me and said you are truly Danish. I felt so happy to be even a little part of some kind of culture to identify with something besides cheeseburgers and macaroni and cheese. Susan and Jimmie were the names of the people, they were sea men. Even though Susan was a female sea man. She clearly does the work of a man on cargo ships. Jimmie backed this up, they have worked together for 11 years. I couldn't help but think of my mom who works harder than most men I know. It's clearly in her Viking blood this work ethic. Susan told me she has been in over 60 foot waves when I asked her what is the biggest you have sailed through? I asked you we're scared? " no never, if the boat goes down I know what to do. " what a woman. We took pictures and hugged them. They invited us to go sailing the next day with them, I declined but how incredibly sweet. They said they were going to sail today but ended up drinking to much. How Danish of them.. they were so incredibly kind after arguing they insisted on paying for our beers. I hope one day I will see them again. I really felt a sense of belonging on this day sitting in the sunshine outside a cafe on Christian island.
We took our bikes through what's called Christian town. It's an interesting place. 30-40 years ago people just moved into these old army barracks. A bunch of artsy hippies originally. They scored lake front property some of them. It was fascinating and a bit sketchy in places. They consider it a free thinking hippie commune but nowadays it's also a place where people buy marijuana. I obviously wasn't a fan of tthat street but was smitten by all the artistic and recycled creations.
Our last day carl and Jeanette met us and brought a lovely picnic in the royal park. I love pic nics ! And with great friends you can't ask for anything more! We also went and saw the stables and royal carriages. I enjoyed the smell of horse crap, made me feel at home, and I got to sneak scratches on the beautiful horses. The carriages were really cool, the one that really struck me funny had a toilet in it. I thought that was pretty practical really. The Danish queen when cruising around Denmark I'm sure had a fleet of make guys around her and how awkward to have to squat in the woods. So instead they just fixed up a carriage with a hole she could slide over and do her business. Not a bad idea. But I hope she never had to go number two because how embarrassing when the lumber Louis just fell out of the bottom. Those poor guys in the back of the caravan were like " that's not horse crap" maybe the term my mom always said " there's something rotten in Denmark came from that.
On that note one thing to get used to is in Europe sometimes you share toilet rooms with men. I have a hard time with this. I'm shy about potty anyhow but I certainly don't want to drop the kids off at the pool while staring at man feet.
Well I could go on and on about lovely Denmark. But I still have to write about Prague so I'll sign out for now and get back to drinking my Czech beer.
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