My wife recently returned from a trip to Copenhagen where she spent a week visiting a friend. Of all the countries in the world, very few are able, when I but hear the name, to induce in me the kind of glassy-eyed lassitude the parents of restless children can only dream about. Let's put it this way: if I had to choose between visiting a Scandinavian country or East Timor, I'd choose East Timor twice. I know it's not very open minded of me, and I certainly don't mean it as an insult to Scandinavians, but if I wanted to take a week to explore man-made perfection, then I'd just spend the entire time in the Sagrada Familia.
I just can't get past the cold and the overly expensive everything. And most of all, I can't get past the prejudice that it's not much more than a modern-day, Viking version of Canada. Unlike me, though, my wife is very drawn to Scandinavia.
As expected, she returned head over heels for the Nordic socialist haven of Danmark. Copenhagen …
I just can't get past the cold and the overly expensive everything. And most of all, I can't get past the prejudice that it's not much more than a modern-day, Viking version of Canada. Unlike me, though, my wife is very drawn to Scandinavia.
As expected, she returned head over heels for the Nordic socialist haven of Danmark. Copenhagen …