Off to Amsterdam

Copenhagen airport, 16:09 I’m wearing perfect makeup, well-done hair, and I look quite boho with my backpack and a ukulele strapped to it, sipping on my ginger-apple-grapefruit juice from Joe&The Juice, a local juice bar where I wanted to go all these three days, but it was always closed. It’s crazy how early everything closes…

Copenhagen: A Very Short Dive

I find it kind of ironic that my first real impression of Copenhagen was the punk guy peeing on the stairs of the house of parliament, being chased and caught by the brawny police fellows, all that followed by some guys screaming “fuck the police” from their bicycles.

Berlin to Copenhagen, No Air Travel

Let me tell you about the walk of shame. Americans gave that name to returning home from a nice sleepover in the same clothes, mainly spotted at university campuses. Sounds right? Wrong. The walk of shame, my dear friends, is the walk from the airport, where you arrived to board your flight to Copenhagen, back…