Ferry to Finland

Even more exhausted than the day before, I rolled out of bed and downstairs in time for church.  The shortest commute I've ever had to Sacrament Meeting!  We kept it short but sweet, and used the time afterward to exchange contact information and say goodbye to our new friends.  I was surprised at how quickly we'd bonded with so many people and didn't want the fun to end, but eventually we parted and took the train to Stockholm to enjoy a few hours before catching the ferry.  It was clearly the end of a holiday weekend, and nearly impossible to find a locker at the train station for our luggage...and those that were free were too small for Maggie's bag.  We decided to use this as a practice run for visiting the ferry terminal, and were fortunate to find huge lockers there for her bag so we could wander Stockholm unfettered.  Our time was just long enough to do a few things, but not long enough to do much.  We had some unfinished business with a few gift shops and did that first, and then wandered around the waterfront enjoying a beautiful day with beautiful views.

It included a brief stop at a memorial that brought back a flood of memories...but not because of who it honored.  How many people have memorials to them in multiple countries?  Raoul Wallenberg is one of those men, and one of the few that deserved it.  I'd remembered he was a Swedish diplomat who went to Budapest (where I'd seen the other memorial) to rescue as many Jews as possible in the last days of WW2, but from there the details were really vague.  I committed to learning more about him when we returned to the US, and we continued on our way.  One of my last purchases is Sweden was a long-overdue Magnum bar.  It's not as exciting now that you can buy them in the US, too, but it still felt like something I had to do while in Europe and made sure to choose a flavor I hadn't had before.  We decided to play it safe in estimating the time needed to return to the ferry terminal, and for once I arrived somewhere early.  It provided a much-needed opportunity to work on writing postcards to my family, and was just nice to sit after so much excitement for the past few days.  It wasn't quiet for long, though, before we were joined by some familiar faces. 

In the course of the conference we'd learned that most of the Finns were taking the same ferry back to Finland, and that we'd be on the same boat with our new friends.  This was my first time on a cruise ship and I was so excited to see what it was like.  I was told it was customary to have your photo taken as you embarked, and made sure to do that. 

my elegant embarkation portrait

Then, it was off to find our cabin...in 4th class.  I didn't know such a thing existed, but it turned out we were below the auto decks of the boat.  It was fine, though, because it meant we had the cozy space of 4 bunk beds to ourselves, and it was a short walk down the hall to the bathroom.  As it turned out, we wouldn't be spending much time down there anyway.

One bunk for me, and one for the chocolate.

Setting our bags down, we went up on top to enjoy the view of the Swedish coastline from the upper deck.  We passed by many beautiful homes, almost all of which had a sauna right on the waterfront.  I was just so happy to be back on the water!

Feeling very nautical

After a while we went down to explore more of the ship, including its duty-free shop.  I normally breeze right through these at the airports (other than sampling new perfumes), but somehow got it into my head that this was the perfect time to stock up on chocolate to bring home.  Sometime later, I left the store with over 3 KILOS of chocolate and gummibears!  We ran into our Finnish friends in the shop, who were way more sensible in their purchases, and got on the elevator together and started planning our evening.  In the excitement I took out my phone to check the time, but had my hands so full of chocolate and my camera that I dropped my phone and the back popped off.  It couldn't have been at a worse time, as the elevator doors were open.  Everyone kindly scrambled to help me find all the parts and I thought it was fine, until I went to use it.  The date was several years off, and I thought it was the effect of being so far below water, but when I opened up the back of my phone I discovered the SIM card was missing. Knowing we picked up everything we could see, I had to conclude it dropped down the elevator shaft while the doors were open.  It was funny to think that it could be permanently sailing between Sweden and Finland at the bottom of the ship, but then I thought of the possibility of someone finding and using it to make as many international calls as they pleased.  First order of business back on dry land:  get word to my family to cancel it.  In the meantime, nothing could be done but enjoy the ship.

After dropping off our purchases, we visited the pleasure decks. Alas, we missed the karaoke hour (which I've heard is a sight to see in Finland), but we did manage to find that every TV screen was showing the Euro Cup tournament.  We cozied up to a screen just in time to unfortunately see England lose, but it was still entertaining to watch everyone else get worked up about it.  And once it ended, the discotheque opened.  This DJ's musical taste couldn't have been more different than the conference's, but it was fun to dance in a group with my friends.  There were a few others who came out on the dance floor, including one guy who had to finish a huge cocktail before attempting to join us and totally reminded me of an old SNL sketch. When I couldn't go any further, we called it a night and I got a few hours of sleep in the space we paid for before arriving in Turku.

Midsummer, day 2

It's possible that I did dream about my future husband, but forgot it when I woke up to my alarm. I really wasn’t ready for it, but it helped that I was excited for the reason.  The conference included the chance to do a session in the temple, and I wasn’t going to miss that for anything—even a little more sleep.

I didn’t realize that I’d become so comfortable and familiar with the few temples I regularly visit (DC and Newport Beach) that I’d almost forgotten what it’s like to be a first-timer who has no idea where she’s going.  The biggest difference:  you rent your clothing before getting to the recommend desk and coming inside.  It was also my first time doing a session in a language other than English, and I’ll confess that at points where I already knew what was going on I’d flip through the other 8 languages on the headset to see what it sounded like in Finnish, Norwegian, etc.  I think I actually understood parts of one channel, which was probably Dutch.  It touched me to think that we were simultaneously being taught the same eternal truths in the language we were most comfortable with—and that the Spirit doesn’t need headsets for the same effect.  At the end, they set up the veils by language and you went through accordingly.  It was clear that they get foreign-language visitors all the time and that 9 languages in a group didn’t faze them.  Although it pre-dates the “mini-temples”, in many respects it felt smaller than Newport Beach’s temple and was truly the House of the Lord, rather than His mansion or castle.  Each session room only sat 30 people, and the Celestial Room was the size of a standard living room that quickly became cozy.  On my way out I looked lost enough that a volunteer approached me to help; when I told her where I was from she was kind enough to give me a tour.  It only lasted about 3 minutes, but she showed me the sealing rooms (one’s pink, the other blue).  I wouldn’t say the décor had anything striking, but in typical Scandinavian fashion there was a lot of unstained wood furniture.

I returned to the dorms, changed, and joined the group for a lunch of traditional Swedish food.  I was all over the meatballs and potatoes, but circled around the other items a little suspiciously.  I like embracing the culture of places I visit through music and dance...but I'm not a big seafood person.  Still, I had nothing to lose so I took a little of everything...which is good, because it didn't sit well with me.  I could handle the deviled eggs that had something fishy in the filling, but my gag reflex started kicking in with the pickled herring and I'm afraid my facial expressions could've offended our kind hosts.  I later found out you're not supposed to eat it full strength, but have a little bit with a lot of potato.  Too late, I'm afraid, and I likely won't be attempting that again anytime soon.  In this country, I'll stick to appreciating their meatballs and chocolate!

Our Midsummer celebration continued after lunch, as we boarded the buses and traveled to central Stockholm to visit Skansen.  Like the Norwegian folk museum, Skansen is an outdoor park that preserves traditional architecture from different regions of Sweden throughout their history. I was especially struck by how much has changed for them in the last century, especially in rural areas.  I also learned that their Lutheran churches traditionally put roosters on top under the crosses to distinguish them from the Catholics.  The explanation I was given was that it was a reminder that Peter (who Catholics trace their authority to) denied Christ thrice before the cock crew.  Our time there was limited, but a clear highlight for me was watching some traditional folk dancers.

Their show had a loose narrative and it was fun to see the energetic dances, bright costumes and adorable children who stayed for photos afterward.

apparently, she wasn't as excited

 They still had the trimmings of Midsummer at the park, which consisted of birch branches (looking like mini trees) flanking every doorway and a few giant maypoles. 

 One seemed to be the multi-cultural, covering your bases pole with a 5-pointed star, a star of David, and other symbols on the pole. The other was in a clearing, and after their performance some of the dancers headed there to help teach the visitors the traditional Midsummer dances we'd seen yesterday.  Eager to show off my skills from the day before, I could barely wait for a song to end before joining the circles. 

dancing 'round the maypole

The biggest difference from the day before: these musicians explained the songs and choreography in English as well as Swedish.  It turns out some of my guesses were fairly accurate, but for at least one song they were completely wrong.  It turned out we were doing a dance about frogs, which consisted of hopping around like them.  It looked ridiculous, but was apparently a good workout because my upper legs were sore the rest of the day.  We saw a few more areas of the park, including the area representing where Maggie's grandmother was from, but the time was too short and we raced back to catch our bus.

Our break before dinner was presumably to primp for the evening, but I spent most of it trying to nap.  We saw an email that tonight's dinner and dance were "fancy dress" once we were already on the road--thankfully we'd packed something a little nicer than normal so we didn't feel under-dressed. 

our "fancy dress"

The seating arrangement was randomized by picking a picture and then finding its match at the seats.  I was given a picture of Scarlett O'Hara, and soon found Rhett Butler's photo at a seat with some really nice Finns.  It was a good dinner, but I looked forward to dance afterward.  We had a great evening, and tried inserting our new folk moves into the Top 40 songs.  In true Mormon fashion, the dance ended a little before midnight, and we got to spend the after party cleaning the church so it'd be ready to use for worship in a few hours.  It went fairly quickly, and knowing it was the last night a group of us stayed up late chatting and eating chocolate in a classroom until the wee hours.  I can say it was mostly dark when I went to bed, but when I got up at 3:30 AM to use the bathroom the sun was already coming up again.  Crazy Midsummer!

Midsummer!

At this point, I should probably provide a bit more background on this trip.  As the possibility of visiting Scandinavia came up, we were introduced to the Scandinavian holiday of Midsummer (aka the summer solstice).  They all celebrate it, but acknowledge that the Swedes make the biggest deal of it.  So when our bishop was sent an announcement about an LDS Singles Conference called "Carpe Diem" that would be held in Sweden during this holiday, Maggie and I decided to crash it and plan the timing of our trip accordingly. We didn't just come to Scandinavia for this, but as long as we came all this way, why not party with the (stone-cold sober) locals?  I'd never been to a Singles Conference, let alone one abroad, so had no idea what to expect--especially when I saw the schedule.  On it, each day began quite early with a run through the woods.  My thoughts when I first saw that:  who are these people if their idea of fun is a run through the woods, and if the whole point is to meet someone special and stay up late talking to them wouldn't this be counter-productive?  Still, I figured if they're worth exploring then maybe I'd take a stroll through the woods with my camera.

As it turns out, I woke up a little late and arrived downstairs just to catch the last bit of breakfast. We had a bit of free time, so I went off to find those woods.  I ended up on the wrong path, but the day was gorgeous and it was a nice stroll through the evergreens with patches of lupine.  The most comedic moment was when I saw a sign saying "Haribo Hall" through the trees.  Those German gummy bears are a weakness of mine, and I thought I'd just discovered their secret factory!  I headed towards it, only to find it was a Haribo-sponsored sports complex; no gummy bears in sight.

the elusive Haribo

On the way back I passed a churchyard cemetery, and took a moment to pass through and have a look at all the Swedish names.  Before coming on this trip, mom had predicted I'd meet a guy named Sven (presumably he'd sweep me off my feet, etc.).  Sadly, the only Sven I'd encounter on this trip was buried there (and a bit too old for me, at that).

I returned to the hostel and reported for kitchen duty.  Even on vacation I can't seem to resist volunteering for things, but in this case I think it's because I knew that's where I'd feel most comfortable and I thought it'd be easier to meet people that way. Sure enough, I quickly felt at ease by helping out, but Maggie was one of the only other people to volunteer. My specialty was running the food processor to chop the cabbage.  I was starting to wonder where everyone else was at and when we'd see them, which turned out to be right afterward.

There's a chapel right next to the temple and the hostel, and that's where we gathered for a presentation by an Area Seventy about the Stockholm temple.  He talked about the miracles related to the site selection and its construction.  For example, while they had considered other sites that made more sense logically, they felt strongly prompted to select this one.  As they excavated in the area, they found Viking Graves (in those runnable woods) and a Viking temple, which is quite rare.  It's pretty cool to think that land has been considered sacred by such diverse groups over such a long time gap.

At last, it was time for the main event.  We boarded some buses and rode to Tyreste, a national park where LDS families have gathered for years to celebrate Midsummer. There was a large field where families were picnicking on blankets, and we set up camp amongst them to eat the lunch we'd prepared that morning.  After a quick bite it was time to get down to business:  wreath making.  The tradition is that you gather 7 different kinds of flowers to make a wreath you wear on your head.  At the end of the day, you put it under your pillow and dream about the person you'll marry.  Had I known that it was so easy, I would've done this ages ago!  Conveniently, next to the field was a meadow with enough wildflowers for everyone and it wasn't long before I had 7 different kinds.  One of the women was kind enough to show us how to make them, and was very good at it herself.  I didn't quite realize how big/thick I was making mine until it was on my head, and as it loosened throughout the day I'd stuff more into the center so it'd stay on my head.

sporting our festive, traditional headgear

Another part of the holiday is dancing around the maypole.  Most of the men were recruited to haul it in and help raise it to musical accompaniment.  It looked like a telephone pole with a crossbar that had two wreaths hanging from it, covered in greenery and flowers.  As soon as it was up, we started dancing.  There was a trio in traditional dress, singing in Swedish and playing instruments.  They gathered us in concentric circles and began to dance.  Somehow I ended up with the missionaries, which was a lot of fun but they weren't nearly as helpful in translating as I'd hoped—mainly saying how ridiculous the songs were and to be grateful I didn't speak Swedish. It was easy to copy what the others were doing and it repeated a lot, but as it was all in Swedish I could only make up my own translations and explanations of what we were doing.  Nevertheless, as an occasional dancer and CEL (Crazy Ethnic Lady) I was ridiculously happy!

 (not the most exciting to watch, but the traditional Swedish music was live)

the maypole

After the dancing, a group from the conference decided to go on a short hike and I tagged along.  It was a nice chance to finally meet and talk to some of the fellow attendees, not to mention some lovely scenery, and a few of the Swedes were great guides and naturalists.  I was surprised at how arid parts were, only to encounter bogs nearby. We got back just in time to gather our things and take the bus back to the hostel, and have a brief nap (much needed) before the evening's festivities.  They sat us alternating boy-girl (or as close to that ratio as they could) at dinner, which again gave us a chance to meet some of the attendees while we ate.  There were about 80 participants in all, from several different countries.  The way our new friends described it, these conferences were the equivalent of my ward's activities.  There were attendees from Sweden, Norway, Finland, Denmark, the Netherlands, and the UK and most of them already knew each other from going to the conferences in various countries.  As English is the only language they have in common, it was (mercifully) the official language of this conference.  That being said, there was a small group of Spanish-speaking immigrants to Sweden, and some "only" spoke Spanish and Swedish.

Dessert came in the form of a competition, as we were divided into teams and given identical ingredients to decorate cakes.  To my delight, our team won the creativity category by recreating the maypole out of bananas and strawberries.

We did it!

Our prize:  Swedish chocolate!  After dinner was...a dance.  I truly love to dance, but usually mean the types of dancing done solo or in groups.  So imagine my awkward shock when I discovered that they paired off for the fast songs as well as the slow ones!  Given the gender ratio and how often I hear guys say they don't dance, I wondered if I'd spend the whole evening on the sidelines.  It turns out my fears were for not, as most of these guys were willing to dance and were kind enough to constantly change partners.  In between, Maggie and I were able to join small groups dancing "American style" while couples danced around us.

It was quite late by the time we returned to the room, but wreath under pillow I was a little excited and curious to find out who I'd dream about.  Unfortunately, after all that effort I didn't dream about anyone!  I did dream about an interesting floor plan for a home, though...maybe he'll be an architect?

Another Country, Another Kroner

We opted for a slow start to the day, possibly because the room was so cute and the staff so friendly.  Again, I loaded up on the free breakfast, and while getting general information from the front desk we learned that the hotel had previously been a rehab clinic.Possibly the closest I’ll come to partying like a rock star, but I’ll take it.  Walking towards the palace, we kept getting distracted by all the interesting shops that were closed the night before--my favorite was the thrift shop.  Apparently we were in the hipster district of town, and by the time we arrived at the palace the changing of the guards was already underway.  I was getting to be an expert on this, or so I thought, but the Swedes decided to take it one step further.  Like London, they had a band playing during all the marching around and there was a much larger group of soldiers than we’d seen in Copenhagen.  But towards the end they made an announcement.  I knew just enough German, which is remotely similar to Swedish, to catch that it was the Royal Naval Band and that they were going to favor us with a disco medley.  I thought I’d heard that last bit wrong, until they started playing a lovely orchestral version of“The Winner Takes It All” (ABBA does it again) and a few other tunes I recognized, all while the soldiers were still marching through their paces.  Quite an enjoyable show!

Marching in time to ABBA

The Royal Palace

We then bought our tickets and took a guided tour of their crown jewels. Not as funny as the security guard in Copenhagen, but a lot more informative all around.  Like Denmark, their king isn’t coronated anymore so he doesn’t wear the royal robes, etc. but will stand next to them as a sign of his authority.  They also have royal orders(theirs is Royal Order of the Seraphim) and their crown princess is also married to a commoner—her personal trainer, in fact.  It ended just in time for a tour of the royal apartments, which were just as opulent as you'd expect.  Our guide loved talking about interior design and architecture, which was great, but I was hoping for more stories of their history.  It also went a bit longer than expected, so we were a bit "toured out" by the end.


After a little outdoors time enjoying the waterfront, we topped off the afternoon by visiting their national museum of art and design.  It was amusing to see Ikea furniture in a museum, but interesting to see other Swedish design styles through the ages.  Thanks to a good friend I was familiar with the work of Carl Larsson and enjoyed seeing his paintings and watercolors in person, and the Anders Zorn painting of a traditional Midsummer party got me excited for the days ahead.  Being the nerd that I am, though, the most interesting exhibit was about...how to exhibit art.  Specifically, they're looking at how their lighting affects our experience with the art since the only options when some of these pieces were created were sunlight or candlelight.  They had a few areas where you could flip switches to see a piece under current or proposed lighting schemes, and I realized that my opinion of a piece could be influenced by this totally external factor.

Speaking of light, as we left the museum at closing the sun was still high enough for us to take a canal cruise.  The late afternoon/early sunset light made everything look even more lovely, and I enjoyed switching between the German and English recordings to learn more about the city as we floated by business districts, a huge park with wetlands, vacation homes of the wealthy (including either Benny's or Bjorn's), an amusement park, the harbor, etc..

A vacation home in the heart of Stockholm

The oldest part of town, not far from the palace.

Finally, we took our leave of the downtown and grabbed our bags for a short hike to the train station.  We ate dinner on the train (again) and before you knew it we'd arrived in Västerhaninge, where the Stockholm temple is located, for the conference.  You could see the temple's spires and Moroni peeking above the trees, and it guided us from the train station to the hostel where we'd be staying.  It seemed so fitting that a temple would help orient and guide us, and even by this late hour the sky was only dusky shades of pink and blue.  We checked in and were so thoroughly exhausted (and in my case a little nervous and shy) that we pretty much went straight to our rooms and called it a night.

Last Day in Denmark

Our last morning in Denmark, we decided to divide and conquer Copenhagen.  For Maggie, this meant exploring cute and interesting boutiques and finding a fabulous pair of shoes.  But for me, it meant biking around the city like a madwoman to see a few more sights.  Just being on a bike again was great, and getting to use all those bike lanes was wonderful. 

happy biker

I started by biking up the waterfront, past the remains of an old fort to see The Little Mermaid statue again.  I knew it was popular, but was still surprised by the hoards of tourists pouring out of buses and clambering on the rocks in the hopes of getting a photo with her, simultaneously getting miffed at the other tourists who had the nerve to try doing the same thing.  Leaving rather quickly, I headed up to the botanical garden and took a quick stroll through their gardens and palm house before biking back to the oldest part of town to bike/walk down the main shopping street, Strøget.

Life-sized Lego

It was fun to see some of their shops, and I ducked in a few, but my objective was near the far end:  La Glace.  Some of my favorite souvenirs are edible, and this place is the oldest Konditerei in the city.  It was hard choosing amongst all the beautiful cakes and pastries in the window, but in the end I settled up the “HC Andersen”:  lemon fromage, a pureed raspberry layer with star anise, nuts, and a decorative bit of white chocolate. Just as fabulous as it sounds, and fueled me for the rest of the trip. 

Delicious!

Around the corner from the Konditerei is Vor Frue Kirke, a church with a very plain interior aside from some beautiful sculptures by Bertel Thorvaldsen.  How good was he?  So good that he’s the only non-Italian who has a sculpture in the Vatican:  the tomb monument of Pope Pius VII (and Thorvaldsen wasn’t even Catholic).  The church  is lined with his larger-than-life statues of the twelve apostles, and a statue of Christ above the altar.  My church loves the Christus statue so much that it has replicas in its major visitor centers; in fact, I see DC’s copy every week when I’m driving home from the temple.  But it was so neat to see the original one, even if we couldn’t get close.

Christus

The other statue I wanted to see was of Peter, specifically the keys he’s holding.  I’d often heard a story involving them but it never included a visual, which always drove me nuts.  For anyone else who wondered what they look like: 

Peter with the famous keys

The other statues were equally well-executed in this classical style with symbols representing either their lives or their martyrdoms.  So Matthew had a bag of coins and he’s writing the gospels, Batholomew is holding a knife, etc.  But poor Thomas.  We’ve all had moments of doubt, but he gets to be the poster child.  His statue has him looking doubtful and holding a carpenter’s square because he could only believe what he could measure or prove. 

I didn’t think pastries alone was a good idea for lunch, so I stopped by a bakery for a sandwich…and another pastry that involved dough and cinnamon.  Then it was off to a church that’s famous for its spire: Vor Frelsers Kirke.  I’d seen it the day before in the distance, and once they told me you could climb to the top I was in.  It has stairs that spiral up to the very top on the outside of the spire, and the story goes that the architect didn’t realize until it was too late that it spiraled to the left (then associated with the devil). Whoops.  

the spire of Vor Frelsers Kirke

I was grateful for all those pastries, as it was a bit of a ride followed by climbing up 400 stairs to the top of the 90 m spire (nearly 300 feet).  You started inside the chapel, up through the belfry past the bells, then outside and up a spiral staircase for the last 150 steps that narrows to nothing at the top.  Thankfully there weren’t too many other people who wanted to squeeze all the way up there for photos; I can only imagine what it’s like on a busy day.  I generally don’t mind heights, but was grateful for the railing and could look directly down into the churchyard for too long.  But this is the view over Copenhagen: 

One of the best views of the city...if you don't mind the climb.

Back on the ground, I decided to return to Amalienborg Palace.  You could tell it was a nice day because the guards were wearing their warm-weather hats instead of the ones we’d seen our first day. 

summer hats

And I can’t prove it, but I’m fairly certain that while I was biking around the square Crown Prince Frederik drove by fairly quickly in a nice black car.  At this point I was just enjoying the ride and the beautiful, bike-able city.  On my way back to meet Maggie, I stopped at Kongens Have one last time to enjoy the rose garden.  The day before we’d seen this sign and it pretty much sums it up: 

All too soon, we bid farewell to Denmark and were aboard the train to Sweden.  It was cool to take the bridge over the sound to Sweden, and the countryside looked lovely on a sunny day as we rode up to Stockholm, eating the groceries we’d bought in Denmark.  Arriving at the train station, we collected our new Swedish Kroners (not to be confused with the unspent Danish and Norwegian kroners in our pockets) and headed to their metro.  As if to welcome me and simultaneously fulfill stereotypes, you could hear someone in our metro car was listening to “Take a Chance on Me” by ABBA.  I took it as an auspicious sign.  By the time we walked to our hotel it was getting dark and we were exhausted, but we were instantly charmed by the décor in our boutique hotel.  It had an odd layout, but I was too tired to worry about it much and we called it a night.

Denmark Day 2

When I thought about what I wanted to do in Denmark, the first answer that came to my mind was seeing the Carl Bloch paintings.  I was surprised how little he’s known outside the LDS church because he’s one of my favorite Christian artists, but luckily for me his work is in a gorgeously-situated castle named Frederiksborg Slot that’s become a national museum. 

It required taking another S-train to Hillerød, which was surprisingly complicated at the station.  The fact that we actually had to ask several locals for assistance in finding the right platform reinforced how easily navigable Denmark is otherwise.  The short train ride was also a nice chance to glimpse a bit of the Danish countryside.  Totally flat compared to Norway, but some lovely homes on lakes and the weather was perfect!

Frederiksborg Slot has a moat with a lake in the back and larger grounds than we were able to explore on foot.  As we entered the courtyard, the clock struck the hour and started to play a recognizable hymn ("Praise to the Lord, the Almighty").

courtyard of Hillerød

We entered and the first major stop on the tour was the upper level of the castle’s chapel.  The tall walls were lined with shields for all the orders they’ve given and displaying the family crest.  A local pointed out a few notable recent ones (notable to her, at least) and I saw the one given to the father of the crown prince’s wife (he married an Australian in 2004).  There was an American, after all:  Dwight D. Eisenhower was given one, probably for his role in the War, as was Winston Churchill.  These were near current heads of states, which made for a fun trivia game as we tried to recognize them.  Leaving the chapel I practically stumbled upon what I’d been seeking:  the Bloch paintings were in the King’s oratory.  The room only permitted a scant amount of natural light so some of his works of night scenes were very difficult to see.  As I said, most people don’t know him so the other tourists only paused briefly, allowing me all the time I wanted by myself.  Most of the paintings were very familiar and it was great to finally see them in person, but a few were new to me.  They appeared to be arranged in somewhat chronological order and practically covered every wall in the room.

The King's Oratory, aka Carl Bloch central

I later learned that these pieces that meant so much to me were actually the result of fire and beer.  In 1859, there was a major fire in the castle that destroyed parts of it, including this room.  JC Jacobsen, a beer baron, financed the restoration and its conversion into a museum of Danish history.  When it came time to restore the oratory’s paintings, he decided that rather than replicate the Belgian paintings that had been there, he’d go local and hire a Danish artist.  You just never know what good can come from bad things.

Walking through the rest of the castle helped me learn a bit more about Denmark’s history (pre-fire).  The “Great Hall” truly lived up to its name, with intricate carvings and huge paintings of past leaders.

The Great Hall

I also enjoyed seeing an intricate model of the known universe at the time—just to hedge their bets, they had a version with the sun at the center as well as the Earth.  I’d learned that most of Denmark’s kings were named either Christian or Frederick, but was surprised to learn a bit more about one in particular based on his portrait. Christian IV, or C4 (maybe his rapper name?), had both an earring and a rat tail!  With attitude like that, it’s no wonder that his son Frederick III went on to establish an absolute monarchy.  With so many rooms, I started to gloss over the later years of Danish history but there were bright and shiny objects in every room.  Plus, why stay inside on such a gorgeous day!

We left the castle famished and ate the food we’d brought on the castle grounds.  I had fun exploring the Baroque gardens and climbing higher to see the hidden delights amongst the hedges.  This included stumbling upon some cottages, and learning that the forest on the castle grounds was planted to rebuild the Danish Navy after their ships were captured by the British in 1807.  It was crazy to think they could lose their entire navy in a single war, but suddenly a painting we’d seen in the castle of a burning waterfront made a lot more sense.  When we had our fill, we wandered back through the town to grab some pastries on our way back to Copenhagen. 

Back in the central part of the city, we decided it was time for a canal tour.  Such a perfect way to see the older parts of the city!  We rested our feet as we glided under low bridges and learned a little more about the city while passing famous landmarks like the Little Mermaid statue.  Seeing it in the late afternoon light made the city look even lovelier.

View from the canal

Indeed, she's little

We wrapped up our day with a vegetarian buffet at a restaurant named Riz Raz with the duel objectives of getting our money’s worth and compensating for all the cheese and pastries I was enjoying.  I think I succeeded on both counts.  On the way home, we made a slight detour to Kongens Have, the park surrounding the castle with the crown jewels where they were showing the Euro Cup matches on giant screens.  It was fun to watch the locals enjoying the match, and we arrived just in time to see Sweden’s goal against France. Another action-packed day!

Denmark Day 1

The sunlight streamed through the skylight to wake us up, but we decided to allow ourselves a slow start before heading out.  In the darkness and disorientation of an unfamiliar place, I didn’t realize how centrally located we were until we started to plan for the day.  The Queen’s residence, Amalienborg Palace, was just around the corner and we arrived early enough to enjoy an adjacent park along the waterfront before the changing of the guards.  The palace was actually four nearly identical mansions surrounding a square, so there were four sets of guards to change and plenty of photo opps for all.

We learned that the Queen wasn’t home (her flag wasn’t flying), but that her son and his family live in the mansion next door and they were in.  After all the security of the White House, I couldn’t believe that we could walk right up to the palace walls when a future head of state was home, but I guess the Danes are just more trusting.

A third palace was a museum about the monarchy, and as we entered we saw a photo from the crown prince’s wedding that looked like the who’s who of European royalty.  Apparently they have the same struggles of getting a group photo without someone blinking, looking the wrong way, or having part of their head blocked.  As we toured the rooms of past monarchs and learned about the history of this royal family, I discovered how truly related all the countries’ monarchies are, and that the photo was just a family photo.  Norway I knew about, but England and imperial Russia, too, were part of the family.  I also learned that the Danish queen, Margrethe II was celebrating her own jubilee of 40 years on the throne.  In celebration, they had an exhibition of ball gowns worn through her reign.  She has quite an eye for style, and some were truly fabulous. Also, every Danish king for hundreds of years was either named Christian or Frederik.  As the current crown prince is named Frederik and christened his oldest son Christian, this will be the case at least through our lifetime.

On the way back to the apartment for lunch, we stopped at Frederikskirken, aka the Marble Church, to admire the huge dome from the inside and attempt (unsuccessfully) to access the roof.  We also stopped for groceries and our first round of Danish pastries.  We spent the afternoon at slightly-less nearby Rosenberg Slot, another royal residence that also houses the crown jewels in the basement.  We started with these before touring the rooms, and as always I was entranced by the bright and shiny, exquisitely crafted pieces.  The security guard had a lovely sense of humor and was also a great source of information, explaining the royal orders that the monarchs wore and how that worked between countries.  Orders are bestowed on individuals and must be returned on their death, and some (like the white elephant) are reserved for those who can also bestow orders—other royalty.  Hence, the US president will never be honored with it. 

Royal Orders

Upstairs, the castle rooms were preserved from when past rulers lived there and it was actually outside the city.  It all looked quite regal, but my favorite features were the hidden tubes in the walls connecting the king’s and queen’s rooms at opposite ends of the floor (a sort of primitive intercom just for them) and holes in the floor to allow music from musicians hidden in the rooms below to be heard while they were entertaining and impressing their guests.

Rosenberg Slot

The garden outside featured boxwood hedges was neatly trimmed to enclose beds of beautiful flowers, and we lingered long enough to smell the roses and snap a few photos before it started to rain.  It was coming down rather hard so we headed for the nearest metro entrance, only to discover it wasn’t the metro but the S-bahn (regional trains).  Still, it was the perfect excuse/reminder that we needed to buy our train tickets to Stockholm, so we rode to the central station and did just that.  The station had beautiful architecture, and the most friendly local I’ve ever encountered at a McDonald’s.  She was sitting next to us and noticed we were studying the map and talking about what to see next.  Next thing you know, we get a history and geography lesson with sightseeing tips to boot.

The rain cleared and we headed outside to enjoy the famous Tivoli Gardens (Walt Disney was inspired by it).  Along the way, we stopped at the Anders Bakery for another round of pastries.  Too many kinds to try in such a short trip!  I was starting to notice similar themes of flavors, though, so it helped me try unique things each time.  Tivoli Gardens appeared to be the hangout for locals and tourists alike, with tons of restaurants, concert venues, and rides amongst lovely gardens.

Tivoli Gardens

As we approached the main lawn, we saw a sea of screaming young girls and wondered what all the fuss was about.  Little did I realize we’d stumbled upon the release party of Justin Bieber’s latest album. 

He wasn’t there, mind you, but any boy with a similar haircut and a hoodie was in luck that evening!  For dinner I opted for “red sausages” which lived up to their name, but did find their method of preparing hot dogs to be rather intriguing.  Instead of slicing the bun open, they poke a hole in the center, pump your ketchup and mustard down it, and then ram the hot dog into it like they were loading a cannon during battle.  

I fell in love with these parasols!

Before leaving we decided we needed to go on a ride, but had to choose wisely.  The rides all required tickets, and the number of tickets was determined by the thrill value. We opted for 2:  the Star Flyer, which took us high into the air and whipped us around for panoramic views of Copenhagen, and the Flying Trunk ride.  The latter was like “It’s a Small World”, but instead of countries it took you through the fairytales of Hans Christian Andersen (a Dane)—in fact, the ride’s name was one of his tales.  Riding it made me realize how few of his stories I actually knew, let alone in their unaltered form (Disney liked happier ending than HC Andersen).  I decided to change that when I got home.  To top it off, I had ice cream on hot waffles with jam.  At night, the park is filled with lanterns and twinkling lights in a simply lovely way.  Is Tivoli a must-see when you’re coming from the land of amusement parks?  Perhaps not, but it evoked a simpler time and was a pleasant way to spend an evening.

One of the restaurants at Tivoli