Copenhagen
I learned a new word in Copenhagen that immediately needed to go into my lexicon: hygge. It’s one of those wonderfully Danish concepts that’s difficult to translate perfectly — a feeling of coziness, comfort and contentment, usually involving good company, good food and a warm atmosphere. I could definitely get behind this.
Like most stops on this trip, Copenhagen was unlike anywhere else we’d been, but that was by design. So much seemed uniquely Danish. Just don’t start making comparisons with the Swedes unless you’re prepared for an argument. I loved that the rivalry still exists, although it seemed mostly good-natured. And with Denmark’s love of hockey, I never ran out of things to talk about.
Copenhagen’s bicycle culture was something else. Bikes were everywhere, and I learned very quickly that wandering into a bike lane is a potentially dangerous mistake. The Danes have even been called “Biking Vikings”, which seems entirely appropriate. I got shouted at a few times for accidentally stepping into their territory. I’m probably lucky I didn’t understand Danish.
Then there was the food. Copenhagen’s street hot dogs are legendary, so naturally I had to make room for a few of those. Just be careful what you order if herring isn’t your thing.
I also LOVE black licorice, and Danish licorice is second to none. Yes, I even like the salted stuff. Few do, apparently. More for me.
