The trip of a lifetime

One normal day, while I was in school, sitting in French (7th period, with Mr. Miller) I got a text from my mom.
"We booked a flight to Copenhagen."
What? I thought her previous text about the trip was just a joke, or a possibility that really wasn't possible. At first, I still couldn't process it.
As the trip drew nearer, I was a little stressed with school and missing a full week. I kept up on my work, got the info about upcoming assignments and continually emailed teachers to make sure we were on the same page.
I packed almost a week before since the week leading up to the trip was packed! Finally, the day arrived! I had no idea what to expect out of Copenhagen, but I was excited to go to a new country and see what Denmark's culture and people were like.
But first...we drove to LA. That's right. Our dirt cheap airfare came with a price. The drive went pretty fast, I slept a little bit and we got in an hour at the beach and a fun dinner at a sea-side pizza place and charming bakery.
Keeping up with tradition, I lost something on the plane. Last time it was my phone, in the terminal of SLC airport. This time it was Coco's brand new, high-tech, useful, warm coat in the Norwegian Air airplane. We looked for it at the airport coming home, but it had been shipped to a police station outside the city a few days after we'd landed. Talk about an inconvenient Lost N' Found! I was so sad I lost Coco's generously lent black coat! I'm such a ditz! Sorry Coco!

After getting off the plane (which was awesome. I highly recommend Norwegian Air. And it was the inaugural flight to Denmark!) we took a very clean and futuristic subway to our stop. Stepping up into a city street in Copenhagen, Denmark was unreal! It was cozy, mysterious, dark, exciting, safe but edgy, ancient and new all at the same time. It's hard to describe. It kind of reminded me of the clips of Russia from White Nights for some reason. After going the wrong way, asking for directions and admiring the moonlit alleys of Copenhagen, we found our hostel. It's called The Generator and it had an automatic sliding door with stairs that led to the check-in on the main floor. To the left of the check-in counter was a huge lobby. It was chic, hip, and pretty. It had a photobooth, pool table, bar (which we obviously didn't use), couches, computers, and TVs. Our room had two bunkbeds on either side with a toilet on one side and a shower on the other, in front of the beds in the immediate part where you walk in. There were windows and a tiny sink as well. The view outside included the outside of a little European day care with a metal playground. We joked that the playground would never work in America because parents were too overbearing and cautious with their kids. haha so true!
In Copenhagen, we saw Manon, a ballet about a French prostitute. Ya, it would be a little riske for Kaysville, Utah but it wasn't any worse than Les Miserables, and we were high enough to touch the ceiling so I could look at the base player if things onstage were uncomfortable. The ballet was emotional, dramatic and amazing. The dancing was perfect and the acting and energy put into it was incredible. The music was spectacular and the setting of course was gorgeous!

Back at the museum.

The clapping at the end was so neat. The dancers put their heart and soul into the performance. The audience did the rhythmic European clap which is like a standing ovation. The stomping and unison 4-claps were amazing, we were so lucky to experience that!

I had a real fascination and admiration for this castle! Maybe it was the unique royal jewelry, the idea of that certain royal way of life or the stunning crown/throne room in the top floor. The thrones on either side were magnificent and regal and the whole room had an air of history and calmness and beauty. I loved the colors and the spiral staircase leading up to it.