The rest of our days in Copenhagen were spent exploring the City and making a few side trips in the "Ka." If you're not familiar with Kas they are a make of Ford vehicles. A tiny make of Ford vehicle. We resembled clowns as we piled in and out. But it was so chilly that snuggling into the Ka was a welcome respite from the bitter winds.
Our first road trip took us north (or south or west or east, I really have no clue because I am directionally challenged and geographically ignorant) with a stop along the water for our first view of Sweden. Then onto Dyrehaven, a park that served as the former king's hunting grounds with seemingly domesticated deers roaming the fields. We roamed with them for a bit before meeting some of Sille's family then jaunting off to the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art (not pronounced "Louisiana" but more "Lucy-ana" with a little Danish flair). Though we arrived in the dark, you could still see the grounds leading to the water's edge with sculptures here and there around the property. The actual museum and galleries were mostly long hallways full of windows and lots of Danish-looking design elements - our favorite! Coincidentally, that evening back in Copenhagen we ate at the restaurant Dyrehaven, where we split a bunch of scrumptious Danish dinners. We didn't eat the king's deers.
Our next day led us to Gilleleje, a sea town that was reminiscent of Martha's Vineyard. We were treated to a delicious homemade Danish brunch by Sille's mom and boyfriend, Robert, before strolling down to the harbor for more Swedish views in the sunshine. We then bid farewell to the Ka, boarded a train, and met up with Sille's dad for a guided tour of Kronborg castle (the apparent inspiration for Hamlet). As far as I know this was my first European castle experience (since you know, I often travel unconscious), and it was amazing. Gorgeous setting, beautiful views, and fascinating history.
On our last day in Copenhagen, Simon and Sille took a "polar plunge," though the jury is out as to whether or not Simon actually submerged himself, since none of us attended the insanity. We got a glimpse of Pete's artist studio, savored some tasty sandwiches, and shopped the Danish department stores and boutiques before we hopped aboard the metro to the airport.
I can't thank Pete and Sille enough for letting us interrupt their lives while showing us such a spectacular time. We feel lucky to have toured the city with knowledgeable guides who gave us a warm glimpse of Copenhagen we'd be unable to find on our own. And it was a treat to travel with my mom. I have a feeling she may be have been bitten by the travel bug too! More soon as we journey to Iceland.
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