Copenhagen, Denmark

Waiting for the bus in Copenhagen

This was our first stop on the cruise. We were jet-lagged, excited, exhausted and ready to get our feet on dry land, so we stepped off the ship at the Freeport docks and hoofed it into town.

First stop, and thank goodness for Randall’s sense of direction and his map, The Little Mermaid. Sort of. We planned on seeing her first since she was on the way into town but some of us thought we saw her and took things into our own hands. What we found was some weird bolt-elf-mermaid on a rock surrounded by statues of pregnant men/women. The absence of hoardes of Japanese tourists might have been a clue but the sun was brutal and … did I mention jet lag?

The (Actual) Little Mermaid

A few minutes later we did find the actual Little Mermaid statue (and the Japanese tourists). Princess Me had a bit of a health issue due to the sun, lack of food, middle age and dehydration. I worked it out on a park bench while the kids toured some sort of Holocaust museum. They said it was interesting, kind of gross and a wake-up to be reminded about how *immediate* the 2nd World War was for the people living in western Europe.

We tootled along and found the square with the guards but were really focused on finding food and beer, the world’s best rehydrator.

And we did find these things in a touristy strip along the edge of a lovely canal crowded with sail boats in the water and people on the street. The food was surprisingly tasty and a couple of us did brave the smorgasbord (it is spelled nothing like that in Denmark, in case you care) because that’s the famous food of Copenhagen. It was YUM. The Carlsberg beer was expected and cold.

 Once we were replenished we found a sunglasses stand for the young ladies and checked into a bus to Tivoli. Mark told us the prices. We walked the rest of the way. I’m glad we did. The walking was good, seeing the city was exciting and I would never have noticed how many American stores there are from a bus window.

We eventually arrived at Tivoli where us old folks held down a few chairs in a cafe while the youngsters rode some of the most terrifying-looking amusement park rides in the WORLD. Seriously, click that link. The flying chairs are so high that the kids all came back with nosebleeds. Well, maybe I dreamed that because I fell asleep in my chair and woke up as I was falling out of it. Yes, really.

We somehow managed to catch the Last Possible Bus back to the docks and got onto the ship just before they pulled up the gangplank. Parts of the day were worrisome: the bus driver seemed to not want to stop for us, even though that was THE bus we had to get on and we were at the proper stop; the flying chairs way up there with my kids on them;

Seagulls!

the seagulls attacking the table near ours (not a dream!)…but mostly it was a fabulous day of exploring a beautiful city.

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Note: Here I want to make a note about my 9 year old daughter. She is an amazing child. She walked with us, all adults, for MILES through foreign cities and was always, always game for whatever we were doing, well-behaved and kind. I am so proud.

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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2 Responses to Copenhagen, Denmark

  1. Lydia says:

    ROFL about the two mermaids! Love the description of your day! But I didn’t see the pictures you mentioned as your favorites in the post.

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