Because I promised myself that I would post every day, and I wasn't inspired by any remote memories today, I'm doing a cheater post about a short layover I had in Copenhagen. The weather was that beautiful, clean, crisp grey, the kind you know comes with that perfect chill in the air. From the airport windows, Copenhagen looked lovely, from the looks of the tourist attraction videos playing en loop throughout the airport, carefully curated with various works of art and that delightfully sparse Scandinavian architecture (aka IKEA-esque). I would have gladly stepped out of the airport for a quick tour, had we not been waiting for our connecting flight, and had it not been four-freaking-o-clock in the morning, EST.
I also found out why the Danes are among the happiest in the world:
That's alcohol. Casually offered with breakfast. Seriously?
At the duty-free shop and the convenience stores, more portable potables for your convenience:
Not to bring the happy smoking Danes down a notch, but did they know that smoking kills?
Either they don't, or they have vision issues, because these signs are gigantic.
No signs of any danishes in the airport, or in Venice for that matter, though a certain friend told me they originated in Denmark (it suddenly all clicked for me). Ah well. Next time, God willing.
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