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...