Landing in Copenhagen then to Sweden.

  Copenhagen, Zealand, Denmark
Thursday, August 21, 2008

When I first arrived in Copenhagen, I was overwhelmed by the luggage I had packed and failed to remember that I have to carry it all. Almost a total of 120 lbs in my two bags was a little hard to balance going through the airport. It was quite exciting getting a stamp in my passport from Copenhagen. I waited by the spot where kristen and Elin said to meet for about a half hour getting a little worried they forgot me. Then I saw that they had a star bucks in the airport and I knew where to find kristen.

Where i found her

I found me way over a trio of familiar faces and hugs in the foreign place. Never has it felt so warm to see someone I know! From there the girls were very helpful in getting my luggage on a cart finally and strolling on down to the train station. Riding the train from Denmark to Sweden there is a tunnel that goes under the water. It was weird having my ears pop on a train. Once we set foot in the land of Swede's Elin's Aunt was there to greet us with a friendly face. She took us and our baggage of stuff back to her apartment in Malmo. In her apartment we were abe to relax a while, I showered myself clean, and then began our journey of trying new tastes in Sweden for lunch.

first tast testing

We learned how to shave cheese properly, much of Swedish food comes in tubes and that Remoulade is kind of like mayonnaise. We spend the evening attending the Malmo festival where we say an array of music and food. First we started on the outside of town and made our way more and more into the city, where I learned that it is the 3rd largest city in Sweden. For dinner that evening the 3 foreigners tried Langos for the first time, most came with kaviar, so I stuck to the dessert lango. This was a lot like an elephant ear with strawberries and whip cream. We made our way to a huge concert in the center of town where the band , Millencolin, was performing. The music had a good beat, and kristen and I wanted to join the mosh pit to see how close we could get to the front. After pushing and shoving through the crowd and receiving many mean looks we were surprisingly disappointed with the mosh pit action, hardly anyone was jumping or dancing. We were all beat just a few minutes later and made the hour and a half long drive back to Elin's home in Horby. It was a lonely drive for Elin cause all three of her guests were asleep the whole ride. This concluded my first day in Sweden, where the biggest difference we learned from Swedes to Americans is that we'll say hello to someone on the street when we make eye contact. This is unheard of in Sweden.