Kobenhavn, Denmark

What a great city to start my journey in. I’m not going to lie, I had no idea where København was before purchasing my flight. Something I’m not proud of, but by the end of this trip I won’t be an ignorant American anymore- Yay!

The past two and a half days have been full of endless walking. My ankles, knees, and calves are sore. Every step I take pains my body. That’s what happens when you spend nearly fourteen hours trekking around town. Most of the roads are made of cobblestone. The scenery and people are beautiful. I mean, can the Danes be any more attractive?

Swans floating in the lake and vibrant tulips bring an elegance to the hipster town of Nørrebro. The streets are flooded with bikes. The hostel, Sleep in Heaven, was tucked away-down an alley. A twenty minute walk into town or a ten minute bus ride. This was my first stay in a hostel. I enjoyed it. I didn’t get any sleep because of the nine hour time difference and people continuously entering and exiting the room. To my surprise, my flip flops and towel were stolen. I mean, really? But I met some great people there. An Australian girl who I spent all of Saturday with, two Swiss guys who stumbled in at 4:30 am as I was starting my day and a really cute Swiss brother and sister I had two beers with and played a game of 21. It’s a brilliant way to meet fellow travelers especially as a solo backpacker.
I must tell you about Christiana. It’s a free spirited place run by gangs. Marijuana is tolerated, but no hard drugs. The locals have terrible skin, reflective of their lifestyle. Men stand in narrow alleys dressed in all black clothes, shades and masks that cover the lower parts of their face-dealing. You cannot take any pictures in the Green Light area. They sell pre-rolled spliffs. It smells like dirt weed. Smoke kept hitting my face while I enjoyed a cold beer and shawarma sandwich, which was incredible. Not the smoke, but that sandwich! It’s a unique town worth visiting. 

An incredible thing happen on Sunday afternoon after I enjoyed a hot bowl of porridge at Grød. I parted ways with Justine and wandered around Nørrebro. Spent some time walking around a beautiful cemetery where Hans Christian Anderson was buried, bought some fruit from a local market and was on the hunt for a church. I had no luck. I couldn’t find one and when I did, it was closed. Then I remember being told about a church across from the hostel. On my way back I spotted a verse on a building 1 Thessalonians 5:14 “Now we exhort you, brethren, warn those who are unruly, comfort the fainthearted, uphold the weak, be patient with all.”

As I walked, I spoke with The Lord asking Him to guide me and thanking Him for where He has placed me. When I got to the church, I thought it was closed too, but saw movement around the building. I walked over and the door was open. Joy immediately filled me. The front of the church was full of people and musicians. I sat in the back unsure of what was happening, but quickly realized they were about to practice. I contemplated sitting closer then heard my dad say “be bold.” So I moved to a front pew. Aside from the choir I was the only one there-my own private viewing. Within minutes they began. It was a gift from God. They performed with such grace and beauty, all in His name. It was a peaceful moment. The most relaxed I’ve felt thus far. 

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