My first weekend in Copenhagen was surprisingly slow. Or maybe not surprising, nothing can really match the Berlin nightlife, but contrary to my Berlin self, I was completely sober throughout the weekend. It started in the western part of Sealand in Anna's summerhouse and ended on the dim streets of Vesterbro with Kathrine. We said hello to the Thai ladyboys adjusting their underpants under their dresses in Dybbølsgade. Before that we had 'last supper' in order to wash down the summer holiday before we both started internships today. Mine went well: the sun was blasting through the old old windows in Sølvgade, I got flowers from my new co-workers, did a quick interview and sent off my first little note. Now I'm tired, but in a good mood; I just had Dagmar fixed in Istedgade and was able to bike home. I forgot how amazing it is to drive down Istedgade with the late afternoon sun in my eyes while the sidewalk is filled with happy people. Now: beers on my roofterrace with an old friend.
I took home some organic flour from Anna's summerhouse and baked something for the first time in a long time.
I found my old Danish keys, and since I saw them a year ago I've forgotten which is for what, so now I have around 68% more keys than I need...
Sunday I helped my brother move out of my mom's house. As if it was the easiest thing in the world, he managed to find a 300 sqm apartment IN THE MIDDLE OF COPENHAGEN for no money with four of his best friends. They even have an American fridge that makes ice cubes. And two living rooms.
From the living room you can spit down on the shoppers and tourists walking down Købmagergade.
And there's a huge roofterrace just for them that's so close to Rundetårn, you can actually hear what people are saying up there. God.
Beautiful Kathrine.
We went to Kaffebar (the nameless coffeeshop on Enghave Place I call Kaffebar) and had beer, coffee and ginger ale while the sun went down. Discussed lucky Danish youth, journalism, future and internships before strolling down the streets of Vesterbro in the lukewarm night air.
The streets of Copenhagen aren't covered in trees like the ones in Berlin, but Amerikavej is. It's right next to my street.
8 comments:
Sikke en lejlighed - Hvor heldig har man lov at være! Og the thai ladyboys, de er something special!!
I know, det er for vildt. Men fedt for ham, og så kan man komme på besøg, når man har lyst til at se udsigten deroppefra.
Ladyboys, de var virkelig sjove. Har aldrig set dem der før.
Så kan du altid besøge Amerikavej, når dine berlinerabstinenser bliver for slemme :)
/Michelle
/www.ohyouprettythings.dk
Århhh hvor weekend-herligt! Sikke hyggeligt med øller udenfor, er det ikke ved butik lize?!
Hej Karen Sofie!
Jeg har læst med hos dig et stykke tid og var vild med dine indlæg og ikke mindst billeder fra Berlin, men må sige at du får præsenteret Kbh på samme indbydende måde, så fortsæt endelig bloggen.
Må jeg i øvrigt spørge, hvordan du har fundet "dymo-skrifttypen" til din blogtitel?
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Michelle: Jeg bor lige ved den gade, så det er dejligt, at jeg nemt kan få bare en lillebitte brøkdel af Berliner-savnet plastret til hver dag :)
Marian: Jo, det er det. Det er den navnløse kaffebar, som vistnok ejes af de samme, som har Butik Lize (som jeg aldrig har været på...)
Differentia: Åh, tak! Det er fantastisk at høre :) Dymo-dimsen er købt i Urban Outfitters for nogle år siden. Hvilket er lidt træls, for har næsten ikke mere strimmel tilbage. Håber, man kan få den slags gammeldags et eller andet sted...
Godt det ikke er mig, der bor så tæt på ParadIs. Det ville aldrig gå godt ;)
Tak :-) Skal nok skrive, hvis jeg under min research finder gamle strimler :-)
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