København

A week before my departure to Denmark, I had a triply ass Alice in Wonderland dream. It was a foreshadowing of my adventures in Denmark, as I remember, this place was magical, way far from reality. I remember wicked looking trees and perfectly trimmed bushes as I was sitting in a garden with everything blossoming. I also remember bodies of water, some were big and open while others were dark, mysterious and contained many speckled shadows.

The first day riding the train from Helsingør (my residence: International People's College) to Copenhagen, we passed the sun rising over the body of water that separates Sweden and Denmark.

We passed by trees whose trunks rose from the dirt at a very low angle, as the branches almost seemed to swirl on themselves, never have I seen nature on crack.

 

 

Going to Rosenborg Castle, the garden had perfectly trimmed yellow dried out bushes, it's leaves did not seem dead and crusty, they had a shine to them, a shine which enriched the castle making it look like it had been surrounded by gold, instead of something as simple as leaves.

I headed back to Helsingør at around 4pm, it was getting dark outside as the sun sets at around 3:30pm this time of year. On the 50 minute train ride, I encountered many little frozen over ponds which were surrounded by trees and shrubs.

 

 

Train moves at 60km/hr, everything seemed to come out of nowhere and disappear as fast as it came, until tomorrow.

Det er fantastisk!