I mean, milk those cheap European flights, right?
I had 18 hours in Copenhagen, wheels down to wheels up. Here’s what I did:
Airport – train – 5 min walk – Check in to badass attic airbnb in Nyhavn. Badass = historic building, attic = no seriously an attic, Nyhavn = the place to be; but seriously don’t book this shit if you want amenities. This is a rad crash pad with historical context and very little by way of creature comforts aka perfect for a layover.
Wake up, head to Atelier September (all the languages). Eat the Danish breakfast thing with the soft boiled egg even though you have no idea how to do it … like, how do they crack the egg? Where does the top shell go? Idk, just salt it with the nice flaky salt and eat it with the tiny spoon and pretend to be European. Sips cappuccino.
Heads for … where are we heading for? Wanders to the royal park, wanders in the royal park, wanders from the royal park loosely aimed for Freetown Christiania via the shopping district (Bolia.com, house inspo!) because you know contrasts are kinda my thing.
Anyway, hit up the whole free-town-no-services-within-Copenhagen situation which is interesting and appealing on many fronts but it turns out there’s a lot of graffiti and dirty hippies but of the actual dirt kind not me when I’m talking about how I like chemical-free cosmetics and free-range meat but that could be because of the housing shortage the blonde dreaded barista was telling me about as I sipped YET ANOTHER ESPRESSO have these heathens not heard of drip coffee and I grilled him on why he worked here and where he lived if not in Christiania? He says They have things to work out but who doesn’t?
For a less ignorant account of wtf Christiania is, perhaps try this wikipedia explanation?
Wander to the foodhall and eat. Wander back to Nyhavn to take iconic pictures. Take the metro back to the airport and say goodbye to the beautiful people–no seriously, here I found what I was supposed to find in Norway with the whole tall, beautiful people thing–and wonderful design–Scandi is trendy y’all–of Copenhagen.
I feel content with this 18 hours in Copenhagen… I saw the things, I cafe-d, I slept in some history.