Whirlwind Tour

I’ve spent the past three days in Lübeck and Hamburg; an eclectic endeavor that included everything from visiting the remnant husk of a once grand cathedral to visiting a repurposed former Nazi bunker. Spending time in the two cities painted a sharp contrast; the sleepy town of Lübeck with a historical center that preceded the existence of North American British colonies, and the bustling counter-culture of the Hamburg port city center.

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Browsing the art galleries of quaint Lübeck art exhibitions and the grand museum of Hamburg, we searched for the elusive “artwork that works”, and how this manifested both in the past and now. We pondered if the displaced artwork can still do important work in its new setting; other times if the artwork even had the capacity to work at all anymore. Using the Heideggerian principle, we also looked at how the use of a particular artwork altered its meaning and the surrounding narrative.

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In all, it was an affair that was equal parts intriguing and invigorating, making sense of two cities that lie so close to each other yet are as distinct in nature and flavor as one can be; displaying different sides of the German coin.

A Trek Through The City

As a part of my Danish Language and Culture course, we were given the task of exploring a portion of Copenhagen. For my group and I, this meant a trip to Frederiksstaden. It was an intriguing place, home to both the professional and the touristy. On  one hand, there was the epic, expansive guise of the Amalienborg place courtyard, anchored by four palaces situated across from each other.

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Situated as such, it made for a powerful message; more importantly, the format allowed for a direct line of sight to the Opera House situated across the canal and another line of sight to the Marble Church behind the Amalienborg courtyard.

Considering that a snack wouldn’t be remiss, we went searching, arriving at a quaint establishment known as Mormors. Meaning Grandma’s in Danish, it exuded a homely vibe, reinforced by the knickknacks on the wall and the expansive dining room table in the center of the establishment. In short, it brought to mind hygge (more on that in the coming months as fall and winter settle in). Add in a delicious smoothie and scrumptious pastries and it quickly became well…grandma’s. When placed together, the result was an experience proved both refreshing and invigorating as I continue to make Copenhagen my new home.

First Impressions

The first week in Copenhagen draws to a close. So far, I’ve sampled Danish cuisine, found a few hole in the walls, and made some new acquaintances. For the first time this summer, I went the beach, seeing the country of Sweden peek above the horizon as I swam through sea’s clear depths. The gleeful chaos of the Copenhagen Pride festival made for a wild introduction to the city on Saturday, yet it showed the lively potential that bubbled beneath the surface of the city. It was odd seeing a McDonalds, KFC, and a Burger King so far away from home; even weirder to be able to order a Big Mac. Perhaps one thing that surprised me was the prevalence of English; it was not only spoken, but spoken well to the point of locals switching between Danish and English seamlessly. There’s so much to say given the fullness of this past week; even more to unpack. However, I’ll leave you with this: Velkommen til København.

Thus We Start

Here, we are. It’s been several months since I first started the application for DIS Copenhagen, a plucky junior who decided he had delayed long enough; it was time to write this study abroad application. I had listened to the regrets of others who wished they had taken the steps to do so; in my mind, I did not want to wallow in the same sunken place. So I wrote. And wrote. And wrote some more. Document after document needed to be rallied just to submit an application. Long, stressful days blended into intense, concerted nights. When the acceptance email arrived, completing the process required a new level of dedication. More documents piled up, more communication required as I bulldozed through deadline after deadline. The arduous process of making sure my courses were approved meant another test, another challenge.

Yet, here we are; three days before lift off. All the most important pieces put to bed; only last minute packing beckons. Then, the journey; a new country, a new continent. A new me? We’ll see.

Let’s start.

Welcome to Caramel Plato

Here, we’ll be discussing everything from philosophy, to Danish culture, to race relations, to travel in the bustling continent of Europe. It’s going to be quite the treat; perhaps some Danish delicacies during my semester long stay in Copenhagen will be included. I’ll try not to fill you with too much envy 🙂

Thanks for joining me on this ride!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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