From this trip:
- male goat
- I am
- They took my newspaper (approx.)
From this trip:
I haven’t been in this city for 24 hours yet and have already:
Copenhagen — or maybe Nørreboro — reminds me a lot of China. Not just the bikes, which are locked with key, not chain, and have practical adaptations galore (baby carrier, rear baskets); or the slight grunginess (this is apparently the up-and-coming part of town); but the layout of the supermarket is exactly the same as the one in Beijing Normal, there is fruit sold on the street (think Flushing, NY), people are very comfortable in the city, instead of hiding from it in cars; people whose thighs don’t touch; lots of hair salons and cafes;
And there are completely gorgeous parks everywhere, with lots of consideration for both mountains (statues, I think) and water. Oh, and bridges!
There are differences too, but those are either too obvious to state, or too subtle for me to have detected. I guess one such difference is that the grass is green because it’s drizzly, not because paid workers walk over it with pails of fertilizer and sprinkle it on by hand.
Why am I compelled to compare CPH with CHN? Dk with Pek? (ok, stretching it now) It’s about the same level of ‘foreign’ to me. In China I can understand people, read some signs, and be understood by some; here, I can’t understand people at all, I can feebly parse some signs, but I am understood by most everyone. When people see me their heuristic still goes to “American,” for a variety of reasons.
So, eh, yeah. I’m pretty psyched. Time to sleep before the sun rises so I can go running before going to the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art.