By the time I moved into my apartment, I felt like I had been through a Strong Man competition. You want me to carry these suitcases up how many flights of stairs? By the end I was actually grateful that the airlines had weight limits on luggage. None of the places I stayed in Iceland or on my first night in Denmark had elevators and all were several floors up. And in Europe they number their floors differently. The first floor is the first one you have to climb stairs to reach. So when my host said "I'm on the 4th floor", she really meant 5 flights up. Oy.
Despite the jet lag, the long flights, and the exhaustion, I just had to explore Copenhagen as soon as I dropped off my luggage. My first task was finding food. Schwarma is king in Copenhagen and nearly every hole-in-the-wall restaurant sells them. Being very fond of Mexican, I stopped at the first place I found that advertised tacos. It happened to be a Lebanese restaurant that also sold pizza, schwarma, and traditional Lebanese food. It could have been the jet lag, but that was one of the tastiest tacos I've ever had.
I wandered through the cemetery near the apartment I was staying in and found Niels Bohr, Soren Kirkegaard, and this guy, famous for his mermaid:
While wandering through the cemetery/park, I heard loud cheering so walked around until I found the source:
World Cup of street soccer (or so they told me).
Whenever the crowd grew quiet, I could hear music, so I headed towards it and found this:
And this:
And this guy rocking an accordian:
Street fair!
I ate my way through the street fair and when it ended I found myself on the canals, or the "lakes" as they call them here.
Seriously? I live here? Yeah, I can do this.
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