Our trip to Copenhagen felt like it took about three days. After our last exam on Friday we had the farewell dinner at St. Anne’s, followed by one last trip to College Bar. I’m going to miss College Bar. It’s such a nice place to hang out. Colleges in the US should follow suit, except that there’s those pesky drinking laws which prevent most college students from drinking in public, forcing them to find riskier places to drink, resulting in unhealthy habits such as binge drinking, and drinking liquor out of water bottles, but I digress.
So after a lovely celebration of our semester, I got up relatively early on Saturday to go to London to see one last opera, and by the time I got home from the opera, I had a little bit of time to pack and then we had a second farewell dinner, for those of us still in town, and then I got home and packed some more, and then I made some last phone calls and took one last shower in my house, and then it was 12:40, and my alarm was set for 1:20. Cindy and I had unwisely chosen the 2:00 bus over the 4:00 bus, apprehensive about the amount of time it would take to change terminals at Heathrow for our 6:50am flight. What neither of us realized was that the train between terminals doesn’t run at all before 5am, meaning we should have just taken the 4am bus, arriving at around 5:30, and taken our chances. Instead we spent an unpleasant hour and a half trying to sleep in terminal 3, when we needed to be at terminal 4. Eventually we made it to the right terminal, met our friend Josh, who had been in the airport since 1 (this is when I realized I should quit complaining about being there since 3:30) and flew to Copenhagen.
Our first impression of Copenhagen was that it was very modern, although probably 90% of the cities in the world look modern when you’ve just flown in from Oxford. Just as I was thinking how modern things looked, a horse-drawn carriage passed us, and I knew I was still in Europe.
Even though we hadn’t slept much at all, we decided to do one landmark before taking a nap, and we settled on Rosenberg Slot. This little palace is pretty much a treasure trove. It’s filled with hundreds of years’ worth of things collected by the royal family of Denmark. Being a Mishler, I feel right at home with years’ worth of collected things, so I really enjoyed this palace. My favorite room was the one covered in china, which actually reminded me of my Grammy, bringing the sobering thought that I get this collecting urge from both sides of my family. In the basement were the Crown Jewels, which just made me jealous. If the crown prince of Denmark had proposed to me right in the middle of the Treasury, I’d probably have said yes (assuming he was between the ages of 23 and 33, and spoke English). I’m not really obsessed with royal families, (for instance, I don’t know if there is a Crown Prince of Denmark) but I do enjoy reading about them, and while I don’t personally care for Prince William, I’m a little mad that Kate Middleton gets to be a princess while I’ll die a commoner.
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