This past weekend, I took advantage of Bank Holiday Monday and a Friday off work and visited my good friend Nanna and her boyfriend, Rasmus in Copenhagen.
To travel from London where there has been rain and gloom in abundance for the past month to Denmark where the sun was shining and the streets are clean was a real treat. And because Nanna and Rasmus are awesome, I was treated to fantastic food, a comprehensive tour of the city and a trip to Tivoli Gardens, one of the oldest amusement parks in the world. I also met Ringa and Andrew, friends that up until this weekend, I had only known by proxy but who welcomed me with all the warmth and love of people I had known all my life.
Have a gander at some of the photos below – taken with camera and iPhone.
On Saturday morning, we went to a bakery to pick up some breakfast and I fell in love with the most delicious chocolate rye bread which they were giving samples of. We sat at the bar and played moustache spotting which was more fun than it sounds.
After breakfast, we went for a walk and Rasmus pointed out some landmarks to me. If you ever need a tour guide in Copenhagen, call him up. He knows everything and is hilarious to boot.
We celebrated Nanna’s birthday a few days early while I was there. This is the cake that Rasmus arranged for her and yes, it was every bit as triumphantly delicious as it looks.
The main fountains at Tivoli. I sat here soaking it all in while Nanna, Rasmus, Ringa and Andrew rode the Ferris wheel.
Some of the blooms in Tivoli. If nothing else, the place is gorgeous. The rides and food? Just a plus.
On Sunday, we went for brunch at Café Luna. This was Nanna’s. It was called “The Sunrise” and it was exquisite. It even had dragonfruit. I defy you to find another regular brunch place that serves dragonfruit.
This was my brunch. It was called “The Popeye” and featured all manner of wonderful protein as well as a caramel banana waffle. Look at it. It is a thing of beauty.
This is Jabba, Nanna & Rasmus’ cat. If you know me, you know I have very little time for cats but Jabba? I have ALL the time for because he is amazing. He barely meows but instead he honks and looks at you like this as if to say “yeah, I’m shedding all over your black clothing and I am suspicious of you but am too lazy to do anything about it. What of it?”
This was the lobby of the opera house. We couldn’t go any further inside because there was something fancy taking place and the Queen was there. But really, I didn’t need anything else but this – it was gorgeous enough.
The outside of the opera house.
These are the photos I had the energy to resize yesterday before I fell asleep for the 40th time since getting back on Sunday evening. I am mildly unhappy* to be back at work.
Friends like Nanna and Rasmus are rare gems. They made me feel so ridiculously welcome that it was like I had always camped out in their living room and my presence was nothing new. These are the kind of friends that drive to Malmö airport to pick you up and make you the best Bolognese you have ever eaten. These are the kind of friends that try to coax you into leaving London and moving to Denmark and you really consider it because you know they’d make good on their promise to help you out.
I am lucky to have friends like them.
*This is an understatement. When my alarm woke me up this morning, I may have called it a “bastard fucking arsing fuck” before blinking back tears and wrenching myself from my bed.
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Stereo. 20-something aspiring bon vivant. London based. Exceptionally Nigerian. Partial to snark. My default setting is "wry". Jeans and blazers are my uniform. Landlady. Speed reader, tuneless singer, hoarder of words, drinker of Schloer; I am suspicious of most people, have zero tolerance for tomfoolery, have a vast DVD collection, worship at the altar of Al Green, own too many bottles of nail polish, have small eyes, small ears and giant hair and owe approximately 86% of my awesome to the Parents Typewriter.
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