Journal: 2/18/2015

To leave Earth and all known things behind — I was never huge on certainty but I am afraid of death and all irrevocable changes. Out there where there is no noise of human civilization, where the honking of horns and the slapping of cash registers at the convenience store on a Monday morning just wouldn’t exist. Out there where masses of people are not starving — perhaps there is a different, more subtle form of starvation, in the rocks and in the invisible creatures of the air. I would walk around with terrible peripheral vision and a constant hunger for the smell of food sautéing in a pan. The feel of the atmosphere on my fingers. The sun beating its way down past the reservoir in a lonely park. All of the things that are not worth living for until you are forced to leave, empty-handed and with a great yearning for justice and quiet and aloneness, with only vague memories of the history of your kind burnished deep under your space helmet.

Christmasland: Copenhagen and Stockholm


My first imaginary encounter with Copenhagen was in the book Number the Stars by Lois Lowry, a young-adult novel we read in the 5th grade which is set in Denmark during the Nazi occupation. The main character, Annemarie, who is a young Danish girl, helps her Jewish friend and her family to hide and escape to Sweden. I remember a scene in which Annemarie and Ellen talk with nostalgia and longing about Tivoli, the famed amusement park in Copenhagen which was no longer open because of the occupation. They recall the splendor of the fireworks that used to go off before the Germans forbade entrance to the park.

And here it was in the middle of downtown Copenhagen, the entrance looming with Christmas trees and lights, a grand euphoria for tourists with children as well as locals who want to delight in an afternoon gluhwein in a fantastical setting. Chinese temples, sultan’s palaces, swans skimming on lakes, sculpted gardens under rollercoasters — all worlds exist together at Tivoli.



Copenhagen is gorgeous, with an Old World and small town feel, sprawling yet walkable. The Danish ride by on their multitudes of upright bicycles, wearing dark clothing and boots and carrying their shopping in baskets. There is bustle on the big avenues but not too much, and everybody seems to be holding their breath for the arrival of Christmas.


The government buildings in the city center look like castles, and the Danish take their Christmas trees quite seriously.


One of the many downtown streets lined with shops on either side, reminding me a bit of Madrid’s city center.


The Hotel d’Angleterre has “The Nutcracker” staged on its facade.


At the Nationalmuseet, exhibitions on the cultural history of Scandinavia display the skeletons of pre-historic aurochs, a type of wild cattle. We learn about the hunter-gatherers, the settlement of Scandinavia, and of course, about the Vikings, their ships, warriors, and their mythology.



A chilly walk through the area of the Christianborg castle. Quiet snow lays on cobblestoned streets within the castle complex. It is Christmas Eve and the late sun is making its way down below the slanted roofs of the buildings and between the colorful canals.

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The area of Nyhavn (“New Harbor”), with 17th century canals and waterfront.


It’s been confirmed: all postboxes in Europe are cute.


Copenhagen’s Central Station.


The Rosenborg Castle. Its moat was frozen and waddled upon cutely by dozens of ducks.


In the northeastern town of Helsingor, on our way to the Kronborg Castle, a giant fish made out of plastic beach items sits gazing at the harbor.


The best part of the trip — getting to explore Kronborg Slot, the famed castle in which Shakespeare’s “Hamlet” is set. One of the most important Renaissance castles in Europe, Kronborg was built over a medieval fortress by King Frederick II in the late 1500s and reached the height of fame under his rule, due to its magnificent architecture, the lush banquets thrown there, and the “Sound Dues” that had to be paid to the Danish king by any ship crossing the Oresund.

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Canons look out at Oresund, the sound between Denmark and Sweden which leads to the Baltic Sea. It was a strategic point for the Danish king, who controlled all of the traffic traveling through the sound.


After a day of hunting, the Danish king would come into the castle’s courtyard on his horse, hang his meat up on these hooks, and ring the bell so that a servant could come and collect the meat and prepare it for dinner.


That’s the knight and horse that I colored and placed into the mini-castle :D


Sandstone, multitudes of windows, and beautiful architecture — a magnificent display of power and wealth.

Next stop…Stockholm!


A much larger city (huge actually), Stockholm is also absolutely stunning with its ports, canals, and palaces. It’s a city with a large international population and much more bustle, similar to the frantic-ness in New York with its young, modern city-dwellers. I wish I had gotten to see it during the summer however, when everything isn’t frozen and gray.


The highlight of the Stockholm leg of the trip was getting to see the Vasa, a warship which sank on its maiden voyage in 1628, unfortunately only 1,400 yards from its port. After over 300 years of being under water, it was salvaged in 1961 and eventually moved into the Vasa Museum. It was preserved very well due to the briny sea water under which it sat for centuries.


The museum is quite fascinating, recounting how the Vasa was salvaged and preserved, recreating the lives of the travelers who were aboard, and giving a multi-tiered 360-degree view of the giant ship. Also displayed were the materials, figureheads, wood carvings, and other examples of craftmanship that went into its construction.




Traipsing through Gamla Stan, or Old Town, which is a mini-island housing the historical district of Stockholm. Here, we also found cafés in which to eat traditional Swedish meatballs and to warm ourselves with coffee.


At the Royal Palace in Gamla Stan. “Oh, why…here’s yet another very nice room.”


I must say that palaces certainly aren’t as awesome as castles, and no castle is as awesome as Hamlet’s Kronborg!

Other interesting and cool finds from the lands of Danish cookies and IKEA…


Delicious Danish sandwich with pickled red cabbage.


Cool art at the Museum for Kunst.


Random cute kitty in the bed at the BnB.


Yummy Danish craft beer at the Taphouse.


Hmm…we weren’t quite certain what “bog” was.


This is the aisle in the supermarket to get your “black eye bonors.”


And a multitude of other kinds of “bonors.”


“Where’d you get that suit?” “Oh, you know, at Grosshandlarn.”


Med akta honung!


A Christmas gnome sighting! And no, he isn’t real unfortunately. Merry belated Christmas!


Through the rearview mirror
the sun burst, red
like a siren, between
the trees

gathered any
remembered shade
of crimson

lowering itself out
from under the cloud mantle
of snow

the chariot-pulling horses
offer the sun
to the evening fish,

who buries it
in the sea
on its night journey

in the silence between two
only desire is unnerving

you are reminded of
an echoing tundra
by everything around you

Who counts the days
in winter?

Only those as quiet as you
can hear the pruning
of lonely paws

The world was not made
for those who go
inside themselves

who sink
and do not speak


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