Denmark, Part 1

by mssinglemama on August 24, 2008

It’s my last night here. I’m trying to stay awake. So – just a warning – this post is mildly crazy and scattered. Right now it’s 8:41 pm at home but 2:41 am in Denmark. My logic is that staying awake will force me to sleep on the plane and avoid jet lag. Trying to beat time again. Don’t think I’ll win.

Just got back from my last Danish bar. Some are dark – classic pubs – some are straight out of a Humphrey Bogart movie, fresh from the 1940′s with soda fountains and tile floors. Others wake you up with their energy – not the walls, but the people. Enthusiasm for life, by the way, is contagious.

I spent my last afternoon doing something I’ve never done before… I checked myself into a Spa.  A young, blond Danish man gave me a robe after I gave him about $58.00. A small price to pay, but where was I going?

“Up the stairs. Scan your ticket and then ask the reception.” He is politely hurrying me along now. There’s a line of families behind me on their way into this facility’s massive swimming pool. At the top of the stairs I find a spa attendant who speaks some English. She tries to explain.

“The rooms. You go into rooms. You have – ahhh, how do you say? – massage, hot towels. Start here.”

She takes me into a locker room, gives him a quick lay out and then leaves. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Where am I? I hear voices echoing down the halls. Two naked women are showering around the corner. I’m incredibly shy and hide underneath my robe as I put on my bathing suit. Absolutely and completely mystified by this foreign land of the relaxed, I try to pretend like I know what I’m doing.

First I had to figure the place out. There were so many rooms. So many different ways to relax. I peak my head into each one and then carefully read the signs on the doors. Start bath. Place oil in bath. Time: 25 minutes. Clean bath when finished. Relaxation 101. I try this one first – the aromatherapy bath.

After splashing the oil in the water the lavender seeps into my nose, my throat, my skin… and everything around me completely disappears. Nice. Very nice.

I spent the next two hours completely immersing myself in the place. Steam. Cold water. More steam. More cold. Treatment.

Tonight Benjamin is with his father. One more night. At this time tomorrow we’ll be curled up in his room reading books, I’ll be smelling his hair, kissing his cheeks and feeling his soft little hands in mine.

This week, he’s spent a majority of his time at Grandma’s and today she sent me this e-mail…

Remember that you are jet lagged (it always happens a few days later)….

Little Benjamin is now addicted to Dumbo!! I still have the old VHS and he has watched it about four times!! He is sooooo cute! I now know for certain about his moods; when he arrives here, after he’s been at his father’s, he is in a far different mood than he does when you bring him.

Last night before he went to sleep, he said “Where is my Mommy?”

He is missing you.

She tells me this so I know. So I know that I’m missed and so I know it’s time to come home. And while Benjamin’s been spending his days out at Grandma’s with endless room to run, play, get dirty, sleep and splurge on movies about flying elephants – I’ve been here having some magic of my own.

No romantic magic – but magic nonetheless…

I’m starting at the beginning. My plan is to give you a little picture tour… this is just a tease.

First thing's first - real cappuccino.

First thing's first - a real cappuccino.

A typical street in Copenhagen
A typical street in Copenhagen.
Taking a shopping break on the edge of a canal in Copenhagen

Taking a shopping break on the edge of a canal. Later that night we returned to this spot and sat by the water to drink a few beers before heading out to some insanely fun Danish bars. The Danish men are more than willing to strike up a conversation and the women are just as welcoming.

This bust of Henriette Maria was in the lobby of the Danish castle. I stole this picture (against the rules) because this statue is amazing.

This bust of Princess Henriette Maria, in the lobby of Rosenberg Castle. I felt her staring at me. Felt it. So I had to take a picture... which was totally not allowed. But here it is.

Her castle, the Rosenberg Castle in Copenhagen.

And here is her castle.

Here's a Danish knight's armor. The elephants on the shoulders mean this guy was tough. I bought Benjamin a mini knight, a horse and a dragon!

And the armor worn by her Danish knights. The elephants on the shoulders mean this guy was tough. Swept away by all of the castles, princesses and knights I had to buy Benjamin his own collection of toy castle figurines. He's going to FREAK out.

Thomas was ansy while we waited for our late bus. The poor bus you see here was bombarded by a giant group of tourists.

Thomas was ansy while we waited for our late bus to a national soccer game.

After the first castle we headed home to change and then went to my first real soccer match. And when I saw these beer carriers I flipped out. Genius. Do we have these back home? I never go to big sporting events. Clearly.

How the Danes carry their beers. Danish beer (fyi) gives you an incredibly nasty hangover.

Our seats were just a few rows back from the field. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time as Spain beat Denmark 2-1. I love soccer, a little tidbit about me - not a big fan of American football.

Our seats were just a few rows back from the field. I was on the edge of mine the entire time. Spain beat Denmark 2-1.

The view from Thomas' apartment, where I'm sitting right now. More pictures soon...

The view from Thomas' apartment, where I'm sitting right now. More pictures soon... this is just a tease.

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T August 25, 2008 at 7:06 am

Well, it looks and sounds like a wonderful and magical time! I love castles…

The photos are great! I hope that you are too! Get home and get some sleep! That precious little boy isn’t going to get enough of you when he sees you.

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Jonathan August 25, 2008 at 1:07 pm

I am totally jealous you saw Denmark/Spain. Dang that’s cool. Safe travels.

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Modern Single Momma August 25, 2008 at 2:37 pm

I love these pictures…..bittersweet emotions in me right now. I SO miss Europe.

Its amazing how after you return from a trip like that, the memories become dreamlike and once you sink back into the everydayness of your routine at home, Its hard to believe you were ever there.

Savor your last minutes in Denmark, my love!

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Kitkat4real (SOLO dot MOM) August 25, 2008 at 5:01 pm

Oh it sounds heavenly! Can’t wait to you can share more and yes pics as well…. I am sure there are more blogs… just waiting….

:)
Kat

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mssinglemama August 25, 2008 at 8:28 pm

Yep Jonathan – the game was definitely one of the major highlights…

And Hanna, KitKat and Morgan – thank you! More to come. And I’m back. Been awake for nearly 24 hours now. Don’t know why but I couldn’t sleep on the plane. Too excited to see Benjamin… and I watched THREE movies.

; )

Good night.

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cisforcow August 26, 2008 at 7:42 am

What a fabulous trip! Sounds relaxing, fun, educational and well, fun! i’m totally jealous!
Get some sleep honey!

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Laura August 26, 2008 at 4:54 pm

It all sounds wonderful. Welcome back! And after you’re all settled in, I can’t wait to hear more about your trip. : )

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