I’m sorry. I know it has positively nothing to do with Copenhagen, but it has everything to do with Europe. I mean, it takes place in the UK, there are mentions of Albania, I shared my time reading between various Danish and German cities…. That counts for something, right? Again, I’m sorry, but this is literally all I can think about right now. I was a bit late hopping onto the Hogwarts Express, and I managed to never be fully sucked into the series, so I have successfully spread out the reading over at least fourteen long years. This is the climax of my literary experience as a human being. I attempted The Sorcerer’s Stone for the first time in first grade. I failed miserably and didn’t manage to finish the book until my teens, but this has been a long and slow journey, nonetheless. THERE ARE SO MANY FEELINGS. I have spent the last couple of days crying. I was even sobbing at one point, though now I cannot remember which drastically heartbreaking and brilliantly crafted scene set me off. Honestly, J.K. Rowling is a genius. Pure literary genius. I’ll have to wait about a year to watch the last three movies (it’s a thing), but when I do, my HP journey will finally be complete. End monologue.

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Right. The travelling thing. The abroad thing. The Copenhagen Thing. What have I been doing with my life the past few days aside from escaping it in the wee hours of the morning to journey valiantly alongside the dark, unforgiving, mind-shattering life of our dear adolescent wizarding hero?

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Wow. I have suddenly forgotten what I have been doing with my life. I somehow closed my internet and my nearly-complete blog post has been destroyed. I do not think I can carry on. *sigh… I’m gonna go eat some Nutella and see if I feel up to finishing later. I hate myself.

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Okay. Sorry. Let’s backtrack, I guess.. “… of our dear adolescent wizarding hero?”

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Not much, actually.

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Ha! Just kidding. I’m not a hermit, Mom. And in fact, on Wednesday, after mulling it over and fuddling about for a couple hours, I finally decided to grab the antlers by the top or something and explore the very birthplace of Harry Potter himself. That’s right. I am going to London! The drawbacks: I have yet to pin down a travelling mate. Whoops. I’ll sort that out later.

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On Thursday, I purchased more food in Danish! Huzzah! And I actually formed full sentences this time! Mind you, I still ran away afterwards, despite my original plans to stay in the cafe and do some homework, but there’s always room for progress.

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On Friday, I had some coffee at a cute little cafe/ sitting room with my European Art professor because I am one of the two class reps. We got to discuss the class/ expectations/ experiences thus far, etc. It was fun. And free.

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Afterwards, I ran home to visit a little cabin-turned-cafe in Birkerød with some other girls from my town and the next one over.

Here was my advertising message sent from Mikayla: “Would you have interest in going tomorrow afternoon to this lake in Birkerød where there is a restaurant/ cafe (in what used to be a royal hunting cabin where a secret love affair took place between the queen and her doctor)…?” I mean, how could anyone pass up such a ridiculously detailed description?

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And today, I went to Tivoli! Yaaaay! ‘Twas gorgeous and charming.

      

We took a picture of our faces at some point, but it is on Maria’s phone, so I will acquire it in due course. Don’t wait up!

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But honestly, I think I enjoyed to walk to Tivoli better than the park itself. There was some sort of mass jam session going on in the streets of Copenhagen today, and it was wonderful. I’m not sure if it was planned, or if everybody was just trying to take advantage of one of our last snatches of summer.

  

I listened to the little jazz/ reggae band for about ten minutes and ended up dancing with a little girl who could barely stand. Eep! Not pictured are the opera singer, the violinist, the pianist, and another jazz band out in the streets. There was also an adorably un-entertaining street magician, and he was American! Nobody laughed at his jokes. Not even sympathetically. He finally opted for: “And if you don’t think I’m funny, just go ahead and stare at me like I’m a wall!” Again, he was met with blank stares and dead silence. Poor guy.

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Alrighty. I think that sums it up for now. It’s nearly 1am here, and my eyes are weighing me down. I’ll have to see if I can muster the strength to go swing dancing tomorrow. And, though it is the 19th now, I’d like to say happy birthday to my number one Daddio!!!! Happy day, you old coop!

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Venlig hilsen/ best regards,

Lizzy-wa