Due to a series of events that can only be described as airplane delay shenanigans, today finds me writing this from the Copenhagen airport, on the tail end of an unexpected six hour layover, settled by my gate playing Civilization VI while drinking a pint of beer.
On the one hand, I’m getting to Italy far later than I intended. On the other, I did get to spend a couple hours roaming around Copenhagen. There’s no real sage and pithy takeaway from the unexpected adventure, just that I had a fun time exploring without much of a plan beyond seeing at least one historic thing (saw the Rosenborg Castle and surrounding garden) and visiting the LEGO Store (because the LEGO House in Billund was too far for my layover). Also checked out a record store and bought a record by a Danish musician tune unheard. Y’know, get some culture in the form of a 12-inch vinyl.
I am hyperaware that the nature of adventure I get up to when I travel borders on self-parody. But I’ve also made peace with the fact that I like the way I travel and were I to travel as someone else would I would not have near as much fun (nor would I impulse buy a Tina Dickow record). Maybe that’s the takeaway: people travel differently and what’s fun for someone might not be fun for another. I’m sure my description of today’s adventure sounds like someone else’s personal hell, but then again a Copenhagen adventure that precluded getting to have a pint of beer at the side of a canal sounds pretty awful to me.
But let the record show that the only reason I didn’t go to the contemporary art museum is because I ran out of time.
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