It feels like it's been raining 47 hours and 58 minutes of the last 48 hours. The sky is grey and heavy, the raindrops are drizzling down over the city making everyone jump over puddles on the sidewalk and trying to avoid the worst showers from busses forcing a puddle while driving past you on your bike. I'm finally tired. I've been working almost two weeks now, and getting up at 6 am, working 8 hours, cycling all over town to look at apartments and seeing friends every night is now catching up with me. I'm exhausted. I think tonight will be a stay-in-bed-and-watch-a-movie night. If I don't fall asleep before that.
Last night I drove across town to Østerbro and sat by the last lake (Sortedamsøen) and had chai with Maria. I didn't avoid the rain on my way back.
Today my alarm rang at 5.45, and a bus, train and taxi ride later I was standing in the windy piece of land behind Kastrup airport to report on the new CEO of the company visiting one of the outer posts of his company.
After seeing two apartments with my father I was given a ride into town to have coffee and a piece of cake at the Danish Design Center where Chris worked. I had a little quiet time with a newspaper in the middle of all the design interested tourists escaping the depressing weather outside.
On my way back I said hello to H.C. Andersen, who was keeping an eye on the construction of the new Industriens Hus in Rådhuspladsen. He didn't seem too happy about the weather either...