{"id":3765,"date":"2012-11-22T07:48:46","date_gmt":"2012-11-22T07:48:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thesojournseries.com\/bavaria\/?p=3765"},"modified":"2016-11-05T20:17:57","modified_gmt":"2016-11-05T20:17:57","slug":"calling-into-kobenhavn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thesojournseries.com\/bavaria\/calling-into-kobenhavn\/","title":{"rendered":"Calling into K\u00f8benhavn…"},"content":{"rendered":"

Things have been hectic around here with hoards of guests (it’s that time of year), and a couple of jaunts – meaning my poor little blog seems a little neglected.\u00a0 Apologies, but in amongst all that time off doing other things, I have at least managed to revisit a country we called home for two years…<\/p>\n

Considering it was the first time I have been back to Copenhagen in over a year,\u00a0 I can’t begin to describe how strange it felt stepping off the plane in a country that obviously isn’t my own, but that I still have a strong connection with,\u00a0 considering it was actually “home” for a short while.<\/p>\n

I guess the surrealism really started when I got on that first train at Copenhagen airport\u00a0 (luckily the correct one this time<\/a>, there was definitely no time for a quick trip to Sweden!), and shortly after transferred to the very line I had used almost on a daily basis –\u00a0 the one that linked our house, the then Four Year Old’s Nursery, and of course the centre of Copenhagen itself – authenticated de ja vu!<\/p>\n

Your brain tends to like doing other funny things on that first revisit too, like making you periodically think you haven’t even left, as you turn that familiar corner.\u00a0 This time however, the suitcase I was carrying was full of “smuggled” goods for the friends I was staying with (and who will shortly leave DK themselves), not for my own “life-abroad enhancing purposes” for when we missed that taste of home – you know, valuable things like real tea and M&S hot cross buns that would be squirreled away the moment I got in, and later rationed out in times of need…<\/p>\n

And just a little tip for those of you thinking of a trip to Copenhagen, forget any extortionate sightseeing bus, just get on the 1A!\u00a0 I was so busy spotting all the sights and reminiscing on the way back to my friend’s house one day, that\u00a0 I quickly got over my temporary annoyance at the realisation that thanks to now having a little Deutsch to speak of, I can suddenly read quite a bit of Danish – something that would have been useful when we lived there, be it bus adverts or not!<\/p>\n

Anyway, apart from catching up with friends (which was great by the way, thank you to those for putting me up\/putting up with me, and for the others for taking the time to come and say hello!), it was great to put some closure on our lives there if that makes sense.\u00a0\u00a0 We are now fully fledged “Bavarians”, our “Scandinavian” selves have been put to bed (tucked up before the winter sets in hopefully)…\u00a0 And do you know what?\u00a0 It no longer felt strange getting off the plane back at the Munich end.\u00a0\u00a0 The “hand-over” is complete…<\/p>\n

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\u00a0See, surrealism, all over the place!\u00a0\u00a0 Even the buses have Salvador Dali taches!<\/p>\n

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