Some weeks ago Linn texted me saying she had the best idea ever. I asked her what it was and she said that I shouldn't take my flight back to Stockholm after a week in London, but instead go with her, Daniel, Jared and Nicolas to Copenhagen. Since I have no respect for my money it took me about a second to decide and a few hours later my flight was booked and my vacay extended by another week. Arriba!
We woke up earlier than the birds on Tuesday morning and drunk on sleep (and probably still on the pints we've had the night before) we got into a cab and went to the airport. A few hours later we carried our carry-ons up the five flights of stairs to the lightest Scandi apartment on Earth. Or at least in Nørrebro.
After starting off with a smørrebrød-lunch (where I pissed of the waiter for not finishing my meal and the guys wouldn't shut up about it...) we spent the rest of the days walking around Vesterbro, checking out a few galleries and shops, eating way too pricey dinners, visiting Louisiana (which blew me away!), dancing to Euro beats at Bakken, staying up drinking whiskey till 4 am, having delicious toasties for breakfast and spending hours trying to get into a DriveNow-car cause our lazy asses wouldn't take the bus.
On Friday I woke up too early judging from my headache, snoozed my alarm one too many times and tried to figure out if there was a way for me to stay the one more night that the others were staying. But with a big family waiting with a goodbye dinner, a life waiting to be packed into bags and friends to say goodbye to there was no way around it. So I dragged my hungover body out of bed, kissed them goodbye and left a sunny Copenhagen behind.
It's safe to say this really was the best idea ever.