If you read the previous post you will notice that our wolfpack was split up for the weekend; Jake staying in Maastricht and me going to Copenhagen with some other dudes. By the way, when I booked my train ticket to Copenhagen I had no clue what country it was in or where it was on the map. Turns out its in Denmark, and many of you probably think I am an idiot, but hey geography is my absolute worst subject. Anyway, even though the first two words I would use to describe Copenhagen are frigid and expensive, we had a blast of a weekend. We had no clue what we were supposed to do, we knew of no tourist attractions except some statue of a mermaid in the water, but we found ways to amuse ourselves:
Our first night we found the local Copenhagen hotspot called Sam's bar, but it should be called "Ridiculous Asian Karaoke Bar filled with hot single 40's." Here are some of the highlights:
On Saturday we hopped on a short train to Malmö, Sweden. The trip was kinda just to say we went to Sweden and add another country to our travel résumé, but more so because we heard mouth tobacco products are sold legally. While I'm not a big dip or chew guy myself, the boys of the group stocked up for the semester. A couple hours into Malmö and we found ourselves in a Mexican restaurant eating nachos, sipping on frozen Margaritas, and laughing about how we traveled to a country specifically to buy dip and snus (which interestingly enough originated in Sweden).
The trip to Sweden leads right into the Beach moment of the week. We took a high speed train from Copenhagen to Malmö, and being that there is an ocean in between them, the train traveled on a long bridge over the gap between the two countries. While I was sitting in silence admiring the beauty of the massive, icy ocean, Kevin was freaking out. As he described it, "if this bridge collapses we are going to die. We are dead. That's it. We will freeze to death in that water." He hated it almost as much as he hates elevators. We all enjoyed his misery, vulnerability, and our discussions of possible disaster scenarios in front of him.
On the way back from Copenhagen our train rolled onto a ferry. That's right, you heard me correctly, our train traveled via ferry, like a real water ferry. We were told to get off the train, we took a 45 minute ferry ride, and then got back on the train. The ferry is better described as a cruise ship because it had 7 floors, approximately 8 restaurants, and a couple giant sams-clubesque duty free shops. We also had the privilege of going out on the deck and watching the ferry burst through the giant ice chunks floating in the ocean. Yea, we felt like we were on the Titanic. Assuming I'm Leo DiCaprio, and with the absence of my wonderful girlfriend, Jillian (who deserves a shout out in every post), Beach filled in as my Rose (Beach makes sense as Rose, she was bigger than Leo in that movie right?). After a comfortable 45 minutes we got right back on the train, it rolled right off the ferry and back onto the regular old land tracks. Train ferries, who knew?
In the last post, Jake promised I would talk about the whole Rob Bell "Love Wins" issue, but I won't. This blog has little room for ologies and osophies. I'd like to try to keep it focused on adventures and sometimes my recognizing of God's beauty and glory, not meaningless arguments about people who worship and serve the same God as me. Sorry Jake.
Stay tuned for Carnival aka European Mardi Gras.
train ferries... who knew?! that's one euro adventure i never took - well done.
ReplyDeletemore shout-outs to Jillian please.
and also - this blog makes me audibly laugh pretty much every time i read it.