Second leg of our adventure was Copenhagen which was fantastic. The city was beautiful with spindly topped buildings, cobblestone roads and just the smell. The city smelled like one big pastry. I loved it and we have decided that we must go back, just next time in the summer (it was pretty freaking cold and windy)
So we only spend 3 days there, but with what little time we did have, we spent walking, and walking, and walking. We walked our buts off. We figure there is no better way to get a good feel for a place then to walk the streets. And boy was there a lot to see. The bikes alone. Oh man where there so many bikes and the coolest ones at that. (it really made me missed my bike) and again, baked good galore. Everywhere you turned, someone was eating a pastry and the smell just wafted. There were flower shops and flowers on the streets. Little danish art galleries and danish pottery studios (I wish I could have bought it all) And a bike shop on every corner. The coffee was good (far better then Ireland), the veggies were plentyful and the people were very nice.
I have to mention the littles. The place we were staying there was around the block from a little preschool. Every morning I would walk by and see the fleets of moms ans dads biking their littles inbike containers (or thrown over a bike bar) , on their way to school. The kids all wearing the cutest jumpers, laughing and being happy. The preschool itselflooked so cool with huge outdoor space and a nature made playground.. It made the fever great. I love the way danish people raise and take care of there kids. (maybe we should move to Denmark and have us a cute little that sleeps outsideand smells like a pastry...)
But enough about the littles... Here are pictures of our adventures. It's funny cause I thought that I was taking a million and one photos, but when I downloaded them, I didn't take as many as I thought. I guess I was so into my made up little danish world that I somewhat neglected the camera which I totally cool with. My head is full of the city.
