Our first and probably last Danish Easter

Trip Start Mar 01, 2012
Trip End Apr 30, 2012

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Hotel Dormir Odense

Flag of Denmark  , Fyn and the Central Islands,
Saturday, April 7, 2012

April 7:

We leave Berlin, trying to beat the rain by waking up early and patiently looking out the window until we see a clearing so that we can remain dry as we walk to our metro. 

As we wait for our train, typical game plan is just to casually walk on the train and find two seats that do not have reservations usually indicated above the seat. However, Bridge and I saw that there must be an exodus of Catholics boarding this train to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus in a more religious country such as Denmark (great assumptions, no support for such claims) because the platform was PACKED with people trying to board a two car train.. So new game plan, I leave gimp behind and I run onto the train trying to save any seats that appear free… As I hop on the train, pushing grandmas and mothers out of the way (I am just kidding, I would never do such things the day before Easter), I find the only two seats that appear free and wait till Bridge finds me (which was quite difficult because her glasses were a tad disheveled from moving her baggage through an overcrowded train)… We lucked out because as we took our free snack and tea cards (who thought backpacking could have such luxuries), we see people camped out in the middle of trains, sitting on their baggage and looking quite uncomfortable.. Nevertheless, grief and gratitude shocked my conscious, remembering the innocent men and women forced into cramped conditions onto German trains taking them to unforeseen hardship and depravity… a weak parallel that makes one appreciate the simple things

We get to Odense, Demark after a couple of train changes and walk ten minutes to a friendly host that greets us with a wonderful Denmark smile and some free tea/hot chocolate.. We were in heaven and made great use of this for the rest our stay there.

April 8:

Happy Easter!

We decide to treat this Holiday the way all good catholics do… Eat a big breakfast/brunch and then head to church where the temptation of falling asleep during the priests sermon is about as tempting as marshmallow peeps… Now imagine the difficulty of paying attention during an english service and multiply that by 5 and thats where Bridget and I were at while listening to the Priest's Danish vernacular… However I must admit, the live choir that sat above the pews with a large organ playing did awaken the senses and actually kept my attention for the majority of the service.. Bridget thought the lack of "Peace Be with You's" was a tad disappointing, as well as the anti-climatic ending (the Priest just stopped talking and everyone just casually got up and left)… I asked her if she was expecting a "Vin-Diesel-break-through-the-stain-glass-windows-with-a-motorcycle (shirtless, hopefully)-rifles-in-hand-and-proclaiming-that-he-is-the-new-messiah" type of climax to end the service? (that was over-exaggeration at its finest…there is no way I could be that whitty that quick…but I was curious what type of catholic climax she was imagining..exorsis? a live resurrection? dance-off?

We then toured around the town for a bit until our frozen carrot noses fell to the ground and we realized that enjoying a movie in our cozy beds (with free refreshments) was probably the best way to celebrate Easter.. And also the fact that the streets were as deserted as a ghost town, there was no real draw for us to stay out and parol around the three stop lights that are within Odense's district (this place is a quaint place for a B&B type of experience, no large groups of tourists with cameras around their necks existed)..

After a couple of hours of relaxation, we come out of hibernation to peruse the two streets of the town and a park that we have yet to walk… AFter this 30 minute ordeal, we make our way to the a popular Mexican restaurant (or so the internet says), and are sadly told that it doesn't open for another ten minutes (it is 4:50 at this point, pathetic doesn't even begin to describe the feelings that overcame Bridge and I as we were turned down for being too early for the early bird dinner). We then circle the block, get our last bit of exercise for the day, and head into the restaurant, 5 past 5 and are actually not the only ones in the restaurant.. She then asks us we have reservations, and after telling her no, she seats us at the only available table that has yet been booked… Guess the statement "early bird catches the burrito" is quite befitting.. We then enjoy a serving of guacamole (Europe size, so instead of being able to feed 10 large males, the 1/2 cup measure sits on the border between feeding one small child and two elderly women--aka Bridget and I).. At the end of the meal, we both agree that for an authentic mexican meal, it musters a 7.5, but a for a mexican-style meal in Denmark, it got extremely high marks… Who would of thought that so far our only meal would be south-of-the-border inspired entrees in the northernmost hemisphere in Europe… Irony, gotta love it… Also, when ordering what I thought was a Sangria, I instead got a Sangrelia? Apparently that's Danish for Bloody Mary.. It was my first one ever and I must admit it wasn't too shabby.. I can see why housewives have chosen this particular concoction as their early morning drink of choice.. the masking of alcohol by the seemingly healthy V8 juice is probably the best excuse to convince oneself that you are doing the body justice by sipping on this tomato delight in the AM. 
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