23 things I appreciate about Denmark.

  1. The bikes.
  2. The train.
  3. That you can bike onto the train and go wherever your heart desires and then roll off onto a bustling and well paved bike path.
  4. Flødeboller 
  5. Softice (contact me regarding prices and directions for the 7 closest parlors around DIS)
  6. Calling all the professors by their first names.
  7. The air dry laundry racks--most homes don't dry their laundry in a drier but have these nifty hanging boards you can put for one night in front of a fire place and poof! Dry. What an efficient use of energy.
  8. The stoplights that turn yellow before they turn green--gives those bikers time to mount their pedals and hit the street at the first flash of green.
  9. That most cars automatically turn off at stoplights to conserve energy.
  10. The metro.
  11. The proximity to Norway/Sweden/Scotland/Finland where Wild Camping is permitted.
  12. Cobblestone Courtyards. Cobblestone never cracks. It's MADE of cracks--therefore it never really looks bad or trashy!
  13. Courtyards in general.
  14. The two elevator options.
  15. Very narrow spiral staricases into shop basements.
  16. Vibrant building colors.
  17. That architecture is valued and money is spent making buildings that look good and will last--in both structure and design.
  18. The big raisins that my host mom buys called Jumbo Rosier. They are an EXPLOSION of flavor in your mouth--who knew something dried could be so juicy.
  19. That the train commute has rekindled a love for 'fun' reading that has been dead ever since AP Language and Composition killed it junior year of high school. 
  20. That there are ice cream shops on nearly every street.
  21. TIGER--the Target of Denmark--except the stuff is 10 times cheaper and is somehow displayed in such a way that makes you want to purchase EVERYTHING. (the other day I bought a hundred colored straws...I don't use straws for anything.) 
  22. Accents. British. Scottish. Danish. German. Sometimes I notice I start unintentionally mimicking an accent.
  23. The way the ocean smell always permeates the cars when the train gets close to Ølby station--it's like a gentle curling reminder that home is approaching.

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