After I return home from places, I'm always really scared that it's the little things I'll forget about my time there. The smell of a room, the way a door opens, the sounds it makes. I try really hard to preserve these details in my mind so that at a moment's notice I can call forward any random part of a place I've visited, and it is this way that I don't lose track of the amazing places I've been and things I've seen.
One of the things I was the most worried about forgetting was my morning commute in Copenhagen. Taking the bus to school, like I did for the majority of primary school, was a novelty once again, and I really enjoyed the daily rides from Tåsingegade 29 to Vestergade 7. I consider it quite similar to my commute to Tufts Medical School right now: traveling down Commonwealth Avenue daily is a lot like driving down Østerbrogade, in that I see something new and different each day: a new restaurant I'd like to try, a bar I'd like to visit, or a store I'd like to stop into.
Since I was so worried about forgetting the minute facets of my Copenhagen morning commute, one of the first things I did when I got back to America was check Google Maps and see if Street View had come to Copenhagen yet. It hadn't.
Tonight, Josh was trying to show me something cool on Google Maps. It didn't work. After he left my room, curiosity got the better of me and I decided, what the heck, maybe Google has expanded to Scandinavia.
To my amazement and surprise, it had.
This is really embarrassing because clearly I have issues living in the past. I'll probably never get over that (see post-graduation week). But it feels good to know that I can still remember how to get from my dorm to DIS, how to stroll down Strøget, and how to find Kulørbar (ok I had to cheat for that part. I could never find that place in the daytime anyway).
A few snippets from my CPH life (guess what? The weather wasn't always this nice):
|Beloved Tåsingegade 29. Sometimes a recycling truck in Brighton makes as much noise as this one did. First floor consisting of a Fakta, a tanning salon, and an Italian place that, according to Danny, saved his life.|
|Bagel place on Østerbrogade. Next to Matas, a Danish pharmacy. Note token cyclist.|
|Rådhuspladsen. RIP Movia station.|
|Can't tell you how many pairs of jeans I bought with Carolyn here. (Ok yes I can. It was four.)|
|I only went to Heidi's once. But it was the night I met the Danish sailors, so obviously it deserves a place in the CPH record book.|
|Oh hey DIS. Almost didn't see you there.|
|I just. I don't even. La Hacienda. 125 kroner, unlimited beer and champagne kool-aid. Not as good as it sounds.|
|Bogcafe. Site of much studying, time-wasting, and chai-drinking.|
|Sankt Peders Bageri. The lightest and fluffiest of all the wienerbrød.|
|Remember how there was a bar on the ground floor of our school building? I do.|
|I did have to cheat to find this. Because, honestly, who puts a nightclub down an alleyway? And who lets parents bring their children there? Kulørbar is not a sight for virgin eyes.|