Today it was very mild out, but it is fall here. You can smell it in the air, and the leaves are changing colors. I'm so happy to experience an honest to god season change after two years in Berkeley. In my head the weather in Berkeley is like the reading on an EKG after someone has flatlined. I don't know much about cardiology yet but suffice it to say the yearly weather variation in Stockholm would look more like someone in severe cardiac distress.
I didn't love Copenhagen the way I love Stockholm, although it was great to hang out with A. all weekend. But the buildings are such beautiful colors, and there are so many statues and reliefs and ornaments on them. And I found a little cafe called Petit Delice on a street called Kompagnistræde that literally made the entire weekend worth it. They serve their lattes in big French cafe bowls, and I had a beautiful open-face sandwich of potatoes, chives, red onions, and enormous flower-shaped mounds of mayonnaise, on dark bread. I don't think it would be humanly possible to consume more than 30% of the mayo that was on that plate, although it wasn't the disgusting American-style mayo, it was something else entirely.
My latte in Copenhagen. And the Dave Eggers book I bought out of desperation in Lund when I finished O, Pioneers and it was pouring and I had nothing to do but read. I strongly dislike Dave Eggers and was resentful that this was my best option at the bookstore in Lund, especially after finishing Saturday and the Willa Cather one, but these stories have kept me pleasantly occupied.
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My favorite building in all of Copenhagen.
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