There’s so much to share from this trip that it’s overwhelming. Emotionally, it was a roller coaster – it began with chaotic flights, loneliness, and minimal food to walking everywhere with good company and eating so much that we could barely move afterward. The people I met were the most important component of this trip, and the main reason for every bit of joy and every memory. I’ll do my best to string all of our crazy little stories together in a narrative to give you a glimpse of the people I met in our time together in Italy.
The last few weeks have been fun and busy. Between prepping for a trip to Florence creating tons of new work, and seeing friends, there has been plenty to do. Instead of a long, reflective intro, we’ll just jump into shoot descriptions this time around!
The first full week of June, my absolutely wonderful photo pal Alex came to Detroit to visit me and a few other people. Together, we went exploring downtown: from the tops of a parking garage to some of the smallest pizza places, we stopped in some great locations for photos. However, before that…
When I wrote this, I sat in the airport wondering why I decided to do something like travel half the way across the world without knowing where I’d sleep for a night, how to get from place to place by using public transportation, or even if my credit card was accepted where I went. (Discover isn’t generally accepted in Denmark, by the way.)
And I realized that while I was sitting here, working away my two hours in the airport by sorting through the 2,000 photos that I took on this trip – I don’t want to leave. I’m sitting outside my gate, and I’m ready to go home because I miss my family. But the three weeks I spent in Copenhagen were just enough for me to learn how to use all three forms of public transport, almost get in trouble because I didn’t know which areas my pass covered, find places I liked hanging out, meet new people that I would love to get to know better, and most importantly, get used to where I was living. They say that it takes three weeks to form a habit, and I suppose it’s good to change things up – I just wish it wasn’t so soon. I just started finding all the really beautiful places that most tourists don’t go to see, and I really felt like I could start navigating the streets on my own.
One more day until I leave Copenhagen and head home. The last three weeks have been long, yet quicker than I remember, and they’ve been busy, but I feel like I’ve barely done anything. I think it was a great trip to have as a first trip – from finding bottles to pay for dinner to hunting for wooden giants, everything about my experience has taught me something. I met some people I will definitely keep in touch with, and I think I got a good idea of what it’s like to travel. Now, I just want to go see things, meet people, learn about places and people and cultures. I want to find places that aren’t your typical tourist or vacation spots and live there. I want to take the time to learn about these places and their people. I want to have experiences that I can share stories about and amuse people with, or inspire them to go explore and find these places for themselves.
I got to stand on the shoulders of giants – kinda.
Two of the three weeks I get to spend in Copenhagen are over. I learned a lot of things about myself and how to navigate the city during the first week, and during the second week I learned about all the interesting things you couldn’t see – things like the philosophy of Danish culture, some of the underlying reasons for different social behaviors, and different attitudes about the world and life.
I wrote a post about what last week was like, complete with photos, but I’ve been having some issues with the blog editor on the website that have resulted in me losing a full post to an accidental button press with no way to restore it. I’m a little bit frustrated about that, but I’ll do my best to recount everything here again.
As I write this, I am sitting in my Kollegium room eating some chocolate after three days of jet lag and exploration. I didn’t have class today, so what better way to spend my time than explore the city and write another post?
I have successfully completed my first solo AND first international flight. I only cried about three times when I was leaving my parents at DTW, twice on the international flight with SAS (which was absolutely lovely by the way, 10/10 would recommend), and 6 or 7 times as I got a little bit lost while looking for an ATM. I’ve navigated the local transportation, gotten a little bit confused by the bus system and seen the parts of the city nearest where I have classes and where I live. I even figured out the stove, which was a surprisingly difficult.