Copenhagen: Isn't that close to Sweden?

Copenhagen is like a very old king. One can still sense that at one time he was proud and majestic, commanding respect from everybody that set eyes upon him; but now he has lost his splendor, only a remnant remains of what he once was. You can see this in his buildings: all of the great buildings all had great domes or wonderful spires that are now all green and ugly. When I was looking at them, I could imagine that the now green adorments used to gleam and reflect the sun in a brilliant copper shade. (Think about the Statue of Liberty: currently it is a dull green, but when it was constructed it was a brilliant copper.)

Maybe I missed something big, but Copenhagen doesn't have much to offer. While we walked around the city, we saw the changing of the guard in which their guards wear big, black, fuzzy hats which are in themselves amusing, and apparently the guards think so too - or are just very unprofessional - because almost every guard I observed frequently cracked smiles, and one didn't even try to surpress his constant smile. Later, we saw what was a more impressive part of the changing: a small band of guards playing instruments and walking down the street. It was like a mini parade! After we witnessed the guards, we walked around the center and witnessed the old buildings I mentioned in the opening paragraph. Also, they have a statue in Copenhagen called "The Little Mermaid." It was about the calliber of the "Mannekin Piss." Okay, maybe you haven't been reading my past posts, or don't remember my thoughts on the little peeing statue, so I'll make my Little Mermaid statue thoughts explicit: it was just a small statue of a mermaid sitting on a rock in their harbor; nothing too impressive but blown way out of proportion. If one were to judge by the souvenier shops and post cards rather than seeing it in person, one would be led to think it is amazing.

Because of this apparent lack of interest in the city and the cold, dry weather that comes with travelling north, we were done sight-seeing a little bit too early in the day. We needed an alternate plan, so we decided on seeing if we could get to Sweden. So that is exactly what we did: we took the ten-minute stroll down to Copenhagen's central train station and took a look at the schedule boards. It turns out that there is a train that is destined for Malmo, Sweden every twenty minutes, so we hopped aboard. Malmo was less impressive than Copenhagen, but the fact that I can say I was in Sweden made the mini-adventure worth it.

In the evening, we went to the local Irish Pub. Of course Copenhagen has an Irish Pub, because as mentioned in a previous post it is the calling and mission of the Irish to create an Irish haven in the midst of every major and semi-major city in Europe. Before you start thinking I'm a drunk, we went to the Irish Pub because we noticed that they were showing "El Classico," a soccer game between two big-name Spanish Teams: Real Madrid and Barcelona. It was quite fun, and there were a few fans that started to get excited, which made it even better.