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Random ink from my trip to Denmark

I copied this directly from my notebook with some minor changes. I had written this while I was flying out to Denmark and then shortly after landing there.

I didn't know how to title this. It has been nearly three years since I was in such a calm and relaxing situation. Just the ink and me awaiting for the hoard of passengers to cram into a scrap of metal. All of them awaiting anxiously in a disorderly line to get into the plane, is it always everyone's first time? I get it, you want to assure yourself that your maximum-size carry-on luggage fits perfectly. It used to matter to me too before I embraced a more relaxed lifestyle. I still have hints of a relapse, droplets of anxious thoughts that are quickly cleaned away by the reason in my mind that brings clarity. And then, my phone rings. Norwegian Airlines has texted me a reminder 30 minutes before I board... FREE WIFI ON BOARD?! What in the world. Maybe that's why everyone is crowded at the gate ;).

But seriously, the text message was like an honorable king letting his people know he cared. FREE WIFI. Take note Delta, right now you look like you need to step up your game (and I love Delta). BCN-> CPH is a 3-hour plane ride and it flies over numerous countries, and yet you have the nerve to charge me on a transatlantic flight which tends to cost over a grand.

Well enough about the silly airline benefits, two centuries ago a flight from anywhere to anywhere would have been something of the gods. Alright, 20 minutes until departure, maybe the mobs of free-wifi seeking Norwegians has settled. Nope, it has not. On another note, I'm studying the basics of the Danish language. Apparently the letter Ã˜ is pronounced "ir" like in the word weird. A fitting example. Now we're at 12 minutes until departure time. The line finally looks humane. I get on board.

Hours after landing in Denmark, I kept writing:
Haha okay I've been here for a few hours which I spent across the sea in Sweden! My country count is already at 24! These countries are the most expensive I have ever experienced. I have yet to try their meals but I have arrived at a pretty well recommended restaurant (see here), the waiter set up my table and accidentally put down two forks for me to eat with. For a split second I thought I was in for a novel culture and experience but he quickly laughed off his mistake and replaced one of them with a knife. After walking around for hours prior to arriving at my recommended restaurant, I remember I left a previous restaurant when I was across the border in Sweden, simply because they had approximately $40.00 burgers. Yep, developed countries are incredibly pricey.

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