Final note from Denmark

It’s just about that time – having bid adieus in the office on Friday, I leave Denmark Monday morning, Berlin-bound. Before I pick up travel buddy Lindsey at the airport and set off for our 8 day trip to Berlin and Munich, a quick note on the past week:

The office, as per the usual, was relatively quiet, and all the quieter for the continued lack of two on holiday, made three when Lars spent a few days in Berlin (bonus: he handed off his map to me). Finalized details for his trip to Cairo to work with the project there, tested the newly launched “Scribe,” a version of RoboBraille specially designed to suit Stanford’s server, and continued the quest to spread the word about RoboBraille in the US by communicating with a few folks of interest back at Dickinson. Otherwise, spare time was spent shipping off my now rather useless laptop (a painful reminder of expenses in Denmark, where 50% tax is the norm) and attempting to revise my Fulbright research grant proposal while I have access to a computer with which to do it.

…And then it was Friday, which meant a bit of a last hoorah in Copenhagen. After last weekend’s successful outing, I met up with fellow American Alex for another little round of bar hopping, beginning with one of last weekend’s popular destinations and ending a few blocks away, where our previous guide/pack leader Steffen was DJing for the evening. Down shifting, we paused for snacks and relocated, croissant in hand (with marzipan and almonds- fantastic.), to the Nyhavn area, then wandered up the canal towards the Opera House, which looks even more impressive than usual when set before a rising sun. I attempted a quick photo of it, but the given lighting and my lack of attention to camera settings yielded a peculiar result – fittingly, though, as a reminder that the best experiences simply can’t be replicated.

All in all, safe to say it was an unforgettable way to spend my last night in the city, complete with a shooting star over the Opera House (I kid you not).

(Dickinson readers especially, I’ll have to postpone a more substantial experience reflection until my return to the US, as the upcoming hostelling trip also, unintentionally, will make me vaguely incommunicado).