Observations so far:
- Apparently there are no taxis at the airport. As someone who has found taxis in many airports in the world, I couldn’t find them anywhere here. So either they’re well hidden, or the Danes are very serious about public transit.
- The Danes are out late! I’m arriving at midnight and there are still many people happily out and about, cycling through the streets.
- They are all blond and beautiful. I’m sure I’m sure I’d find some normal looking folks if I looked harder, but let’s just say that Nordic genes aren’t terrible…
- My hotel is, um, the most expensive converted-hostel-pretending-to-be-chic I’ve ever stayed in. My room is the size of a closet and 10 feet from the train tracks. There’s a complimentary set of earplugs.
But I’m happy to be here! I thought for a minute we wouldn’t get out of Luxembourg (standby on an overbooked flight, then delayed quite a while with a tight layover in Amsterdam). But all went smoothly and I’ve successfully navigated public transit and found my “hotel” and am looking forward to exploring more this weekend.