There are images emblazed upon my mind when I think of Copenhagen. Ochre row houses trimmed with green and blue.The gate to Mette’s old apartment.The drainage pipe that told me I was on the right street.
This trip instilled within me a new sense of the city, along with new images.
But Copenhagen’s sites pale when I think of the time spent with my friends. Nothing puts a bigger smile on my face or makes my heart swell than seeing their faces. Cause really, there is nothing like a Dane.