I guess I'll begin at the beginning: the Copenhagen airport (or, as I like to call it, København - it's totally fun to say). Ok, the actual beginning was Miss Shirley and G-Dog giving me a ride to the metro station so I didn't have to start my two-week odyssey with three pieces of luggage on a metrobus. Yay. Then I sat on a plane for a very long time, and then I emerged, even more tired than when I'd started, and sat in Copenhagen for an hour. Here's how you know it was Denmark:
1. Duty-free Ecco store.
2. Wood floors. The Copenhagen airport is totally beautiful. Check out that lighting.
3. Duplo play sets at the gates. I was a little disappointed not to find a Lego duty-free shop, but free duplo is almost cooler.
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Alright! Thanks for the blog link. I have been to Denmark, but only København (I agree, I love to say that as well). That was in August 2001, when I was on my way to Finland, via Sweden. What a wonderful trip it was, although it was a bit lonely. The most memorable experience from that stay was my brief walk through "Freetown" Christiania. Lots of stoned people there!
Naps = key part of vacation. I always find that I dislike travelling anywhere where I will feel compelled to sight-see 20 hours a day for vacation because I am more tired after the trip than before. But clearly you have found the right way to travel, the right combination of sightseeing and chillaxin. Awesome!
Heh. Yeah, naps are definitely a priority while I'm on vacation. I didn't take naps while I was in Bergen, where there's sightseeing to be done. But pretty much every day of my vacation, there was napping.
I mean to say "pretty much every *other* day of my vacation." Other than when I was in Bergen. Right. It's good to be clear.
Yay, naps! I dream of finding a travel companion who shares my appreciation for naps, but also wants to actually do things. It's an important balance to strike.
The whole ski-dance week was perfect for naps - go out for a ski, come back around 5:30, but then there'd be a couple of hours til dinner was ready, so why not just pass out for a while? Then you'd be all rested up for a busy evening of drinking and dancing. Good stuff.
I'm kerpluzzled by all this nap talk, which my wife would be all, "Oh, yes - naps - uh-huh!" about. I love coming back from vacation utterly exhausted - that's generally one of the ways I mark the trip's fun-level.
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