So last weekend, we went to Copenhagen. I’d been looking forward to this trip for a while – I have a bunch of Northwestern friends studying there, and I just had this sense that Scandinavia and I were meant for each other. I was right. Although the trip was far too short, our 48-ish-hours in Copenhagen felt like all of my favorite things rolled into one city – keep reading for more on my newfound love for Denmark.
In my head, the entire city was designed by IKEA. Yes, I know IKEA is Swedish. No, I don’t care. Not only should Copenhagen’s urban planners be given some sort of medal, the Scandinavian affinity for design is evident throughout the city. Buildings, stores, clothing, menus, teacups, the foam design in your latte – everything is thoughtful and minimalist and gorgeous. If you had a dollar for the number of times I adoringly said the word “branding” over the weekend, you’d have enough money to buy a lot of pretty things from IKEA.
There isn’t anything historical to do. And I loved it. Okay, yes, there are some palaces and monuments and we did the obligatory tourist thing and saw them, but for the most part we just wandered around and saw the city. We sat in hipstery cafes and drank tea. We walked through adorable Christmas markets. We ate far more samples than was reasonably polite. I think it’s easy to get caught up in seeing things for the sake of seeing things, winding up leaving a place wondering if you’ve missed something but in the process, missing experiencing the city itself. This trip felt relaxed and comfortable and was everything I like to do when I travel. We did good, if I do say so myself.
How to look like a Dane: Be blonde, wear only black, carry a fjällräven backpack. That’s it, you’re done (for extra points add a high bun, Converse or Nike Freeruns, or a big scarf). I already do these things (although all the beautiful Danes had me ready to run to the nearest salon to have my hair bleached platinum). You guys, these are my people.
All the food is everything I want to eat always. As I’ve not-so-subtly alluded to in previous posts, despite all the amazing-ness that is tapas and 80-cent wine, Spanish food on a day-to-day basis is not my cup of tea. Danish food is. Although there are a few foods that are traditionally Danish (the only one I tried was fisk, a sort of licoricy-minty liquor. Whatever, at least my drinking is culturally authentic), for the most part Danes eat internationally, healthily, and deliciously. My pent-up food cravings from the past three months were indulged gloriously (seriously, if your dinner yesterday consisted of fish sticks, chicken nuggets, French fries, and potato chips, you’d start dreaming about kale too). One place served things like carrot-ginger juice and quinoa wraps, had beautiful black-and-white minimalist branding, and was so aggressively health-conscious they’d set out kettlebells on the counter. I nearly fainted with joy.
Socialism, sprinkled with a little bit of anarchy. Denmark is a welfare state, and though my vacation-house-in-Aspen ambitions might be a bit better suited towards America’s competitive capitalist system, I do love me some socialism. The tax rate may be 60%, but the quality of life is high, and it shows – walking the streets of Copenhagen, it’s not hard to see why Denmark is the happiest country in the world.
But what’s a good government system without a little anarchy? I’m talking about Christiania, Copenhagen’s self-proclaimed autonomous community. As my friend Reid explains it, in the 70s Christiania was a commune filled with a bunch of weed-smoking hippies, and when the police tried to take it back under city authority, the hippies fought and won. Peace and love and sticking it to the man, man. Since then, Christiania has been in a sort of weird limbo where it has some real autonomous power, and then everything else it does is kind of just tolerated by Copenhagen’s government. Translation: Marijuana paradise. Reid calls it “the flea market of weed”, and he’s not kidding – Christiania’s “green light zone” is populated by cafés and food carts, but mostly stalls selling weed, hash, and paraphernalia. Um okay like how am I not getting arrested just standing here. The whole place is pretty cool, all dirt paths, graffiti murals, and giant stray dogs (and obviously lots of really high kids). When you leave, a sign proclaims “you are now returning to the EU” – and it kind of does feel like you’re stepping out of another world.
Plus, there were people I liked there. In addition to my infatuation with the city, the trip was made pretty outstanding because not only did I see some of my favorite people from Northwestern, but my Danish friends too! Hey everybody, look how cool and international I am I have friends from other countries. It was the icing on top of, I don’t know, like a weird trendy minimalist vegan cake or something.
Now that you’re probably sick of me gushing about it, check out photos below. I just really liked Denmark okay guys will someone buy me a ticket back like now please.
requisite photo of the street with the pretty colors
oh and everyone bikes everywhere DID I MENTION I LIKED COPENHAGEN
Christmas makes Lindsay giddy
awww isn’t Reid adorable
there are also canals and sailboats and twinkle lights and general cuteness