I have no idea what that means, but it’s something my mom always said, and I love and miss my mom.
I woke up early today in hopes of getting some shots of Copenhagen in the sunlight. I didn’t, however fully appreciate what being at 55 degrees latitude actually meant.
It meant the sun didn’t rise until 8:40, and I had gotten up at 6:00. 🙄 So I had some breakfast and went a-roaming…
penhagen is gorgeous
ere were several times, while wandering in the limited time I had, that my breath was taken away
ring a corner…
tering a plaza
ming across Hans Christian Andersen
d those colors
, trying to be clever with my commentary for these next ones but my lack of sleep is getting in the way, so I'll try again tomorrow.
I will share one last story though… As I entered the check in line at the airport in Copenhagen this morning a gentleman from the airline said I would need to check my bag.
"I flew your airline to Europe and was able to carry this bag on to that plane."
"Yes, but it is too big," he began, "and some of you Americans are crazy so we have to check your bags," he finished with a wry grin.
"Especially our President," I replied.
"He's fucking crazy!"
"Yes, yes he is," I sighed, and continued on to check my baggage.