#9 - Replace "Cope" In "Copenhagen" With Your Favorite Verb

Last weekend, I went to Copenhagen, Denmark with three other lovely girls. It hadn't originally made it on my list of places to see, but I got invited and I liked the group that was going, and heard Copenhagen was a great city. For the trip, however, we did something a little unorthodox for vagabond college students: we stayed in a five-star Marriott. 

Now, why in the name of many divinities would four college students do that, you may be asking?

After surveying the Copenhagen hostels and realizing that we were most likely going to be paying anywhere from 35-50 euro for two nights, Bralow (my own personal Lord and Savior) nonchalantly mentioned that her parents had Marriott rewards, and we could check the prices on that--just for fun. So, we do, and lo and behold, two nights in a five star hotel is 45 euro, as opposed to a potentially grimy hostel for just a few euro less. Needless to say, we booked it.

We took an overnight train to Copenhagen and didn't bother to spring for a couchette/sleeping car. Huge mistake. Even for someone like me--and I can generally sleep anywhere if I'm tired enough--trying to sleep in the seats was excruciating. I'd left the Castle coughing a lot, and on the overnight train (when I should've been sleeping...) I started to feel the tingle in my nose, that ominous sensation that can only mean sniffles. Once we arrived at Copenhagen, I had a head cold to be sure, but since those are easily survivable, we checked in, dropped our stuff, and all headed out for a walk and some lunch. The walking was nice; we saw the Little Mermaid statue (underwhelming) and had two great meals before and after. MAN dinner was so good; we went to a Mediterranean Vegetarian Buffet and it was amazing. Then, we went back and, after a stint in the hotel's steam room and sauna (!!!!!!), passed out in the million thread-count sheets.

And I woke up with a fever.

If I were going to get a fever on any travel trip, my immune system's choice to crap out while I was staying in a five-star hotel was a fine, fine choice. Saturday, instead of walking around in the cold and having to stand in several museums, I laid in an astoundingly comfortable bed all day, lounging in my Marriott robe that I got in the steam room and that accidentally made its way into my backpack when we left. I had as much ice as I could possible want and one of two English-speaking channels playing random but entertaining movies all day. I even got room service for dinner!

Sunday, they got up and went to another museum, while I got up and packed, still feeling a bit feverish. Then, we walked around outside after checking out of the hotel. Had another GREAT vegetarian meal--a vegetarian breakfast at this quiet little café--and saw Christiania, which is/was a hippie commune in the center of Copenhagen. Now, it's just a real sketch "artists' colony" where a bunch of scary, thin drug dealers glare at you from barrel fires. After that, we headed to the train station for another horribly uncomfortable overnight train.

Unfortunately, I have NO pictures whatsoever from Copenhagen--and not because I was bed-ridden most of the time. My camera batteries died right before leaving, and since it takes a lot for me to get my camera out anyway, I decided to just leave it at home for a weekend. 

It's weird to think that I've got less than a month here--only one more real trip on my own before my family comes to visit me. It's to London though, just me and Bralow, so it should be a winner.

#7 - Welcome to my office!

Interlaken, Switzerland.

Daaaaaaang.

Yeah, so. Kelly and I decided to do our own thing in Switzerland this weekend, but since I had to see a show for a class, we couldn't leave until Friday morning. This meant traveling from 8AM to 6PM, consequentially cutting out a lot of time in Interlaken. Thankfully, unless you're partaking in one of the many high-adrenaline, blood-pumping, why-in-God's-name-am-I-doing-this extreme sports, there's not a lot to do. So, Friday night, we found our hostel (the Funny Farm...classy naming, I know) where we were greeted by an ENORMOUS SAINT BERNARD. Yes, the hostels in Switzerland have dogs. Particularly large dogs. Yes, I spent a lot of time in the public lobby of a highly populated hostel baby-talking and practically rolling around with a big, hairy, smelly dog. I talked about that Saint Bernard a whole lot while we were there. After putting down our stuff and silently deciding that our Iowan roommates were, frankly, boring, we headed to the Thai restaurant right down the street (Saint Bernard? A Thai restaurant? Interlaken is practically Lynchburg, VA) for dinner. Mmmmmmm. After that, we attempted to play card games with the 36-carded deck the generous bartender at the hostel had given us, and then we went upstairs and studied for mid-terms until approximately 10:45.

Then, Saturday, we got up fairly early and walked around the shops. I looked for an antique bookstore everywhere, feeling that since I was in the Swiss Alps, maybe I could find a copy of Heidi for my mother; alas, there are not many bookstores in Interlaken, and the ones that do are mostly too small to carry any copies of the novel. We got a quick lunch at the Thai restaurant (YES it was that good) and then met up with our skydiving group.

Yeah, skydiving.

It was pretty phenomenal. We flew to 13,000 feet, I sat on the stairs of an open plane and my instructor barrel-rolled us into the sky over the Swiss Alps. Free-fall for approximately 53 seconds, where I made no sounds--just grinned like an idiot--and the parachute was pulled at 4,000 feet. After that was about 5-7 minutes of airtime, where my ruggedly handsome Australian instructor Mick did as many tricks (aka spinning around a LOT) as he could to try and frighten me. He couldn't. But he did tell me, in the midst of our 4,000 feet-high conversation, that before he skydove for a living, he used to work in an underground coal mine. How's that for poignancy?

To see the rest of my Interlaken pictures--and there aren't that many--go here!

#5 - Paris, Je T'aime

So. Paris.

Now, I took two years of French in high school, having always thought it a beautiful language. Since then, I've made seriously half-hearted attempts to learn more of it on my own, because I love languages and I'm usually really ashamed I'm not proficient in another one besides English. Besides that, though, I've never really had any overwhelming inclinations towards the French. I think they're a lovely set of people who've got good food and one of the most beautiful languages.

I didn't have any preemptive notions about how I'd find Paris. Didn't think I'd love it. Was excited to go. Thought it would be easier for me to get around, with my basic understanding of the language. Other sentences without a clarified subject.

I'll need to see if I can get testaments from the people I went with clarifying the extremely bizarre comfortability and unnatural naturalness that occurred within me on that trip.

I fit. With the Parisian lifestyle, I mean. It was rather indescribable, what happened. So rather than describe it, I'll wait and see if I can get any of those people to lend me a hand.

We did a LOT in Paris, and unfortunately, I only took pictures at Versailles--that means a lot of text for you! We rented an apartment for three days, which was PHENOMENAL. There were six of us and two double beds, but besides that, it was really an amazing apartment for the amount of money we spent (which was LESS than we would've spent in most hostels!). It was about a 20-30 minute walk away from a major part of the city, which was excellent as well. At the end of our 3 days in Paris, we'd seen: the Notre Dame, a David LaChappelle (contemporary artist) exhibit, the Champs Elysée, l'Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, Versailles (not technically Paris--get over it), and la Tour Eiffel. That list, of course, excludes the numerous cafés and brasseries we went to, and all of the supermarchés and/or fromageries we ransacked, as well.

The only picture that's not of the ridiculous grandiose-ness of Versailles.

To see only some of my Versailles pictures, go here!

#4 - When I say "Amster," you say "dam!"

Having already been to Amsterdam once, I was excited--but not nearly as excited as everyone else--to return. I knew that I'd be revisiting the Anne Frank Huis (I'd seen it the first time) but I was okay with that. I'm a museum kind of person, and since this was a group trip, and a carefully orchestrated one at that, we were going to a lot, with which I was more than okay. And though I enjoyed my second trip to Amsterdam, I have to say that it wasn't overwhelmingly awesome.

We got there Friday morning and took a quick walking tour of the city, which only made me miss the bicycle that I rented for the semester at the Castle SO BADLY. (Sidenote: A few friends and I took a 12-mile round-trip bike ride to Venray, a nearby town, on Thursday, and it was awesomely easy, albeit a bit cold.) Amsterdam must be the most bicycle-friendly city in the world. Pedestrians are more in danger of getting hit by a bike then they are by a car! The city is entirely navigable by bike, so to be walking around it for hours was just a cruel joke. After that, we headed to the Rijksmuseum, which I hadn't gone to my last visit. I'm a slight art buff as well, so I ate up all the Rembrandts and Vermeers. Our tour guide, Jenneke, was incredibly knowledgeable and pointed out so many things I'd never known about classic painters.

After a group dinner, we were allowed to go off on our own and explore the city. Now, approximately 70% of our group (of 80 students) was headed to a Sex Show in the Red Light District. Granted, the Red Light District is an unique Amsterdam experience--and I did walk through it; MAN is it awkward when the prostitutes make eye contact with you!--but I thought a 25 euro sex show was perhaps a little pricey. Instead, I decided to participate in another uniquely Amsterdam experience--a coffee shop. Just to clarify for anyone reading this--marijuana is totally and completely legal for any persons over the age of 18 in the Netherlands, as long as it is smoked within the coffee shop and not taken out; possession and use of marijuana outside of coffee shops is illegal. 

So I participated in the entirely legal activity of getting high within a coffee shop and not taking any marijuana with me upon leaving. Having been my first time ever smoking marijuana, I was not expecting to get high, since that seems to be a common acceptance among people who have used it before. I did get high, and though the experience itself wasn't unenjoyable while it was happening, it's definitely not my thing. I felt useless and apathetically content. I didn't want to do anything, or be anywhere, but I wasn't even upset about my apparent lack of enthusiasm for LIFE, I was just okay with it. And I had, quite possible, the most stereotypical high ever: I had cottonmouth, I got the munchies, I laughed at almost everything and simply smiled when I wasn't laughing, and even had a "high" thought (Re: When trying to describe my subtle loss of balance: "It's like gravity HALF lets go of me!"). So good for me for trying it in a setting when it was entirely legal (I can't stress that enough!) and safe, but I will not be smoking again regardless of legalities. 

Saturday was the Anne Frank Huis first, which, due to a fever that crippled me for most of Saturday, I rewalked very quickly and spent most of our time there trying to recuperate in the cafe. After that, we headed to the Allard Pierson collection. Though it contained stuff I'm usually all about (ancient artifacts from Egypt and Greece along with an exhibition about printmaking!), I couldn't muster up the strength to focus on most of it, and hobbled around the building in a feverish daze. After leaving the Allard Pierson, I returned to the hostel at 4:30PM, got in my bed, and slept clear until 8:45AM the next morning.

Sunday was the Jewish Historical Museum and a Portuguese Synagogue, which were both FANTASTIC. Our guide was spectacular, really knowledgeable and passionate about the subject matter. The Synagogue was gorgeous and the museum was incredibly well done. I took tons of pictures, because Sunday was the day I decided to pull out my camera. After the Jewish Museum, we headed for the train station, and successfully accomplished our first independent travel! 

The Castle tonight is very quiet; most people are attempting to regain some semblance of health after what I can only assume was a whirlwind weekend. I am tired, but not a big partier--I think this will only benefit me in my stay here. No annoying hangovers and/or other ailments to impede my travels. I head to Paris in four days on technically my first independent, which will be both scary and exhilarating at the same time.

For Venray and Amsterdam pictures, follow this link!