NO HANGOVER! Sitting in a cafe on a rainy day in Copenhagen. Got up around noon. Had a very late night last night. Got adopted by a group of 20 something’s who thought I was 30. The group of friends were a varied bunch. One guy, who was fascinated by American politics, looked the part of hipster, one looked like a jock and 2 had many piercings and tattoos. One of these goth guys actually was pre law. Funny. I was introduced to 2 local shots. One was similar tasting to jagermeister, the other was like sour apples. Add to that vodka and red bull and I got up at Noon! No hangover though. So now to decide what to do today. Probably just explore around the city. Just enjoyed a delicious cappuccino, which was sorely needed, and a tasty ham and Brie sandwich with pepperfruit. Never had that before. They looked like sliced gherkins but tasted kind of like capers. Pretty yummy.
SWEET CAROLOINE: The weather is getting chillier every day. I’ve gotten by with shorts thus far but today is definitely pants weather. With the U.S. Open beginning tomorrow I have one timely observation to give. All the native Danish women look like tennis star Caroline Wozniacki. On the metro you see different versions, but essentially tall, blonde, with a cheery disposition. Everyone here is cheery, which made one visit of mine yesterday all the more strange. I went to the “Free Town of Christiana”, a very hippy commune within a wealthy area of the city. It is in a park and functions independent of the city, except during a crisis. It was VERY countercultural, like a throw-back to the 1960’s. Many buildings covered in artistic graffiti, less than bathed people, lots of organic items being sold like incense, and the most organic item of them all, pot. It is illicitly sold everywhere there. No photos are allowed inside Christiana due to the illegal activities and as many tourists as there were (from all walks of life) nobody that I saw took any. I suspect the residents would have gotten a kick out of my old school film camera but I didn’t want to risk the disrespect. The weird thing about the place besides the retro feel, was that the people living there seemed a lot LESS happy than the Danes outside. Many were authentic artisans, some were just burnouts, people who never recovered from their last heroin or LSD hit. For the record I just indulged in a banana, strawberry and elderflower concoction served to me by a very abrupt woman who could not get paid fast enough. Ironic. I’d rather hang out with Caroline Wozniacki.
