Mikkel and I celebrated Christmas this morning since we won't be together for the real thing. It was a perfect celebration. Here is our tree. Presents!!! Then we had a delicious breakfast.
If you would like me to bring back exactly what this country is famous for - dark, rich, wholesome, malty, chock-full-of-chewy-grains-and-seeds rye bread - let me know. It's organic (obviously) and still the reason I get up in the morning.
Last night Mikkel's girlfriends threw a "Jule Frokost" (translation: Christmas lunch) for me so I could fully understand the Danish tradition of eating too much pickled herring, drinking too much schnapps, and opening presents with a knife and fork. I guess when it's this dark for so long, you have to figure out someway to have a good time. And since I don't remember the last half of the night, besides Madonna's Immaculate Collection, I guess I did.
This city is so rad, they actually have sets of mini traffic lights just for bikes, to go with the street lanes that are just for bikes. My quest to find anything really wrong with this place continues...
This is Strøget, the main shopping street in Copenhagen that is strictly pedestrian. It is already decorated with lights and hearts - the Christmas symbol in Denmark.
This is a typical Christmas snack: Glögg, a mulled wine with sliced almonds and raisins, served with Æbleskiver, an apple fritter. So healthy!
Tonight we went to Mikkel's father's place for split pea soup and rye bread along with 19 other family members. I can't believe it's not even December yet.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Mikkel got an old radio for his birthday. It receives a scratchy signal from Germany once in a while, but I just turn it on to see the light.
Today was exceptionally beautiful and sunny. Mikkel arranged a trip up the clock tower of the Royal Cathedral of Copenhagen, since his father is a minister there. We certainly got the grand tour...and the best view of the city.
Mikkel and his father point out landmarks.
Since it snowed a little bit last night (the first of the year!), all the of rooftops were frosted with a delicate dusting of white. So magical.
These are pictures form around my neighbourhood, in Amager. I'm convinced the Danes use lots of colour in their buildings to compensate for the never-ending greyess that is the sky.