The first thing I did was check my text messages turning my phone off of airplane mode. I did not want to receive notifications or any news about was going on. I checked the score and the Sixers had won game 6 woo! They live another day.
I hurried down these mean Copenhagen streets at 5:00am that means the sun is out that means according to my Tia Juanita, "The day is for work." I grabbed my camera unaware of whatever roll I had packed into it the night before, I scrambled trying not to wake the others in the room. Specifically the man in the top bunk from the South of Spain. It was chilly outside and I made the mistake of taking only a t-shirt the sun was out sort of and the wind was bearable. I walked aimlessly at first kind of just decided to head down the opposite street. Everything was closed. Even the 7/11 doesn’t open until 7am at least in Sweden. To be honest thinking back I don’t remember seeing them in Denmark point stands that nothing was open.
I snapped away.
The streets were long they were beautiful and I enjoy being the only one awake. A whole city asleep it was Friday morning some of these people had to be up for work shortly. I remember thinking of ideas, but none quite did it for me. I almost forgot to mention the discovery of the trip! Suspiria’s Score by Thom Yorke. I stumbled upon on it on the fucking plane! It was marvelous I don’t remember being taken by the music so much when I first saw the film. Unless the film does not keep my attention
The theme song of the trip: Unmade By Thom Yorke a close second would be Cold Little Heart more on that later. I think Unmade takes a life of it’s own on this trip for me. I made my first stop at Next Door Cafe as I was walking down the street toward the cafe. I saw a bakery and of course I had to go in after taking one peek at Scones. Chocolate Scones! The name of this place is fuck I can’t find it, but it is off of Oster Voldgade between the SMK museum and Next Door Cafe. They make the best Chocolate Scones in the whole fucking world they have cool worker named Daniel maybe that narrows it down. More to come on Daniel later.
I eat that Scone like I have never had one in the entirety of my life. If Spain was filled with Chocolate croissants this was filled with Chocolate scones. I finally made it to the Next Door Cafe and there was two people outside a white skinned dude and a beautiful girl. It wasn’t 8am so I wasn’t pressing them. “We are on a break we open at 8am” I nod my head understanding. I sit there for a moment before they snicker to themselves and hurry into the cafe. Borna says, “I can come in” I look up at the menu and without thinking twice I want the house special pancakes.
I took a seat at the table in front of the door and of course I forgot my fucking notebook. Borna looks over at me and we start talking. He is Croatian born, decided to move to Denmark following his girlfriend. When that ended he loved Copenhagen so much he decided to stay. Not only does he speak Croatian He also speaks Danish, Spanish, Italian and English. Europeans leave me fucking marveled they are willing and understanding for the most part. Eventually Emma brings out the pancakes. I devour those blueberry pancakes. At this point I have already received texts from my mom and cousin saying they are proud of Natives.
Emma eventually finds herself outside the kitchen where she tells me she is there living with her boyfriend (broken heart). She is from San Francisco a graphic design student if I remember correctly and makes some awesome pancakes. They were sweet people and gave me optimism for the rest of my time in Scandinavia.
Got my shit from the Generator thinking that I was to catch my train at 3pm no it was at 6pm.
I walked the 2 miles from the hostel to Funders a hip cafe off of Vester Voldgade. This was another nice place I can’t remember now if I had a bread I definitely had my second latte of the day. I continued reading Infamy I was going to finish this damn book!
When I realized it was 12pm and my train was not for another 6 hours I had to fucking move. Not only that but it started to drizzle, so is my luck! I walked another mile to John’s Hot Dog Deli it is next to Warpigs Brewhouse this place was fucking amazing! I am not doing my stomach any help eating all this, but that hot dog was worth it. The fries were kind of bad they had little pellets of salt peppered on to them. It was too much salt. At this point it is raining and I don’t want to get wet, but I also don’t want to spend 5 hours of my trip sitting in a deli.
I ended up at Le Kaff off of Halmtorvet they make a dope tuna sandwich. They were also a nice bunch of people and I spent a long while here rummaging through my head about what would happen the rest of this trip. Around 5pm I made my way to Copenhagen Central Station. It was not a long walk, but I was getting exhausted and good sleep was at least 9 hours away. I sat there waiting for my train to appear on the board. After a moment my train pops up and right by it in red letters, “cancelled.”
What the fuck do I do. Thankfully a man was walking by who had all the answers he was like, “you have to get to Malmo your train will be there waiting for you.” He pointed to a gate. I walked toward that gate. Downstairs on the platform I asked a lady if she was on her way to Stockholm. She said she was. I told her I am going to stick with you. After a moment a whole gang of us were headed to the same destination.
On the train to Malmo (30 minute ride) I sat next to a sweet girl. She had this cool nascar home depot jacket on and this long blonde curly hair. I admired her for a moment and asked where she was going off to. She mentioned she was headed too Stockholm to see her mother. She is living in a coastal town in Denmark going to school. She half Canadian and half Swedish. She hopes to live in Vietnam or Indonesia. I admired her willingness to just go wherever the fuck she wanted.
She asked me questions and those 30 minutes lasted an eternity. We talked about horror movies. She really liked Hereditary, Witch, and The Babadook (not a fan). She was not a fan of Halloween but she appreciated the film. We were both heavily anticipating The Lighthouse and Midsommar and she mentioned that she had never met someone like me who liked horror movies. All she had to say was, “stay” I am a romantic person, but I have a romantic idea of leaving my life behind all of it. Born again.
We split up and I didn’t even get her name. I sat on that 6hr + train ride thinking about her. What a fumble who knows if she would have liked me. I sat next to a Swedish girl who was not having it so we spent the ride like a married couple not one word was shared between us. I got into Stockholm late around 1am. Exactly what I was dreading. I don’t know how Stockholm gets after dark it might slowly transform into Compton or Gaza. I was okay it was well lit and there was a lot of party goers bouncing around the streets. Also what the fuck there was a McDonald’s under an overpass lol
