Copenhagen, Denmark

Oh, Denmark. If it wasn't so hellishly expensive I could totally live there. LOVE. IT.

Fact: They make excellent danishes in Denmark. Fact: They even call them danishes. What if we had pastries that we called "Americans"? The world would explode.

I probably liked Copenhagen so much because it was the most American of all the cities we went to. Plus, the food is good, there's a comforting hustle and bustle that I love so much about New York, AND the nightlife kicks ass. On one eventful evening, when taking a break from drinking Carlsberg and Tuborgs, I was served a Hoegaarden in the largest glass I've ever seen. Plus, my friend somehow convinced himself that the guy playing guitar at the bar was a member of Dave Matthews Band. I don't know what the members of DMB look like so I took a picture for later verification via Googling. My conclusion is that this guy is definitely NOT in the band. Which is probably for the better, because I hate DMB.














As far as fun sightseeing, I would say the Rosenborg Castle was by far my favorite. The crown jewels? GORGEOUS. Where do I sign up to become royalty?

We also saw the Little Mermaid statue, which was underwhelming. However, since pretty much every person I've ever met mentions something about mermaids when they first hear my name (hello, title of this blog), taking a picture with the statue pretty much made my life. I'm bummed though that i couldn't get closer to it.


Here are some random pictures of Denmark being pretty and awesome.














While in Copenhagen we of course also went to the Carlsberg brewery, which houses the world's largest collection of beer bottles. I found the Hebrew one.


We spent our last night at Tivoli Gardens, a super awesome amusement park. I won't put up any pictures since this post is getting pretty long. The park was super fun, but was also the site of what was arguably the only bad experience of the whole trip.

Some friends and I were waiting in line for the roller coaster. At one point, the line went up a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs were some lockers that you could pay for to put your bags in. Half our group stepped off to the side to put our stuff in the lockers, and by the time we were done, the line had moved, and our friends were now at the top of the stairs. I led the way back up the stairs, saying "excuse me" over and over and explaining that we were just rejoining our friends, not cutting the line.

I feel someone grab my arm, and I look over to see some random dude trying to stop me from going ahead. I said, "Sorry, we were up there," get my arm out of his grip and try to keep walking. He then yells, "NO YOU WEREN'T!", grabs me with both arms and won't let go, and I promptly start screaming my head off and trying to break away from him. One of my friends who was ahead in line saw what was happening and started screaming HIS head off, and eventually the guy let go of me (my friend is over 6 feet tall and rather imposing).

The entire line for the ride was now dead silent watching the exchange. Instead of heading up the stairs to join my friends, I stood in front of the guy's face screaming at him, expletives flying. Before turning around to finally join my friends, I yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you EVER grab someone like that!" The guy, who is lucky I didn't punch him in the face, says, "Why not?" From the top of the stairs, my tall friend yells, "Because of ME!"

Bad. Ass.

Tall friend continues yelling at the guy for putting his hands on a woman as I make my way up the stairs, along with the other people who had used the lockers and who had pretty much been frozen to the spot behind me during this whole thing. We then all get yelled at by some random guy in line because we were cursing in front of his kids. I then get in a screaming match with him for daring to yell at me when I nearly got assaulted.

The line at one point wraps around, and we are essentially standing next to the guy who grabbed me. He beckons to my tall friend and apologizes. I go up to him and get in his face and yell "WHY DON'T YOU APOLOGIZE TO ME!" at which point he looks at me like I'm an idiot (umm hello, am I wrong? My friend deserves an apology but I don't?). Another one of my friends turns to me and says, "Seriously Arielle? Why don't you just be the bigger person?" How I managed to keep my mouth shut after that I will never know.

I then got yelled at by the man with the kids AGAIN, and AGAIN I let him have it for daring to tell me to be quiet.

And then it was over. And we rode the roller coaster and even though it lasted about 20 seconds, it was awesome. I was a little shaky for an hour or so but eventually got over it enjoyed the rest of the night at the amusement park. When it closed at midnight (it doesn't get dark until 11 PM or so in Scandinavia, LOVE), we went back to our hotel, passed out for 4 hours, woke up and went home.

BEST. TRIP. EVER.