July 2

My first thought this morning was, "don't go." I was so exhausted, it did not sound like any fun to get on a plane to go somewhere new, I've definitely gotten to that point in my travels. I did though, because JT was relying on me. We walked to the metro, got on no problem and made it to the train station with time to spare. I got the tickets, and we waited. The train left at 6:52, wet got on, and it felt like forever. We came up to a stop, "Luton Airport Parkway," but we didn't get off, because I was pretty sure the board said "Luton Airport" afterward the parkway, I was wrong. I also didn't check my ticket, which told us which stop, but can't change it now. So we went one more stop than we needed, and had to get on the train going back. We're really pushing it for time now, actually we were being pressed for time earlier, but now it was really bad. We then had to run down 4 flights of escalators, to get to the shuttle (2 pounds) that would take us to the actual airport, because the train didn't. The shuttle took about 10 minutes to get there, and wet booked it. Our flight took off at 8:35, and it was 8 ad we were walking in, supposedly, the gate "closes" at 8:05, but it was a Ryanair flight, so we knew that wasn't true. We ran anyways, and it was rough. The extra 10 pounds on my back combined with 3 hours of sleep was no bueno. We made the decision to skip the visa check...because we've mistakenly done that before and they just told us to do it the next time, in which case we'd apologize and agree. We made it to security though, which was not moving as fast as a European airport security should have been, but we made it through, eventually. We continued to run down the many hallways and through the shops to our gate. It took, in total 15 minutes (we are training for a 10k) and the plane ended up leaving around 9 anyways. We did make it, and it was one for the books, because travel stories like this are great. One would think the more experienced travellers would have been the ones prepared, but honestly, by this point, we're really good at winging it, and we knew we'd get there, somehow.

I sat next to JT on the flight, and we tried to sleep for the most part. My hood came up, so it was dark, and I shut everybody out. We landed around 11:30 their time and went through customs straight away (yay for passport stamps!). Then we had to figure out how to get to where we needed to be. JT had printed off directions before, but it's always confusing in different countries and languages. We could take the metro from the airport into town, but then it said to take a bus, but can you buy tickets on the buses here? In London you can't, and will the driver speak English (most likely, but maybe not)? We decided to take the metro in and just walk the extra half an hour to be safe, and get our steps in. We got a hot dog for lunch, a must in Copenhagen and kept on walking. We finally found the cafe where we needed to pick up the keys, and off to the Airbnb we went.

We napped.

We decided we could only sleep for an hour, so we weren't completely awake at night, so at 3 we were walking back into town. We stopped at a kaffehouse for hot chocolate and Wi-Fi, because the place we're staying doesn't have any. Once we realized we couldn't just stay, we got up again and went exploring. We found this skate park place, which was a little trippy, and a park, then we looped back to the main road. We walked to the lake and then around half of it. Outs a pretty big lake, one half was enough. Then we came across this Mexican place for dinner, it was a great, great decision. On the walk back it started down pouring, when we were about 10 minutes from our place. We waited, with 2 bikers (actual cycling bikers, they are everywhere, it's a lot like Amsterdam) for 10 minutes before walking really fast through it. We got soaked.

We got back around 8:30 and our roommates started coming in around 8:45. 3 of them are from London and just finished their first year of studies. The 2 in our room are aunt and nephew, here on business. Christopher, from elsewhere in Denmark, is the most talkative. He loves the US, it's a part of his Wi-Fi password, and he's insanely jealous that we're studying in Florida. He loves Florida. He let us borrow his Wi-Fi (data, essentially) because there's no service here. I didn't connect, because I had very little need or desire to, so we just continued talking with everyone until some time... I didn't have my phone with me, so I have no idea when I fell asleep, or when JT asked if I wanted my phone, or when our roommates came back inside, or even when I woke up Tuesday morning.