Day 3 – Airbnb arrival

Today we moved out of the city center to the Airbnb in Frederiksberg. It’s about 15 mins from the 25hours Hotel. With great satisfaction, I have downsized by one bag! I am giddy and bragging. Ha! I only have 3 bags full now. Kenny remains overloaded with 4 massive bags.

We are to meet the Airbnb host at the apartment. We arrive and are buzzed in. To our collective horror it is 85 steps up to the flat. We have too much luggage for this to go well. My favorite sherpa gets to hauling and we climb. Sweaty and disheveled we reach the top. Our host isn’t sure what to make of us dumb Americans with too much luggage. After a quick tour, we are left to ourselves and 7 bags full. We begin the laundry and decide lunch is in order. Down 85 steps, each step a reminder of what is to climb later, carrying new groceries…

Lunch is once again fantastic. Our host recommended the breakfast/lunch spot Baryl just 7 mins away. A cheerful cafe with Mommy’s circles in full swing with babes in arms or sleeping in swank carriages. We find seats and tuck into a Snacker Plate with duck along with two Summerberry drinks. The staff is smiling and warm. We decide this is our new favorite spot. Yum!

Next stop is the grocery store. My mind bends. I understand nothing. Pitiful me. Danish is completely odd to my ear. To the edge of impossible. On the positive, people perceive me as European and speak to me first in Danish. On the negative, I understand nothing. I smile, blink blankly and say, ‘I don’t know what you said, I’m sorry.’ Quickly, they adapt to English. How do they do it??? Pitifully American I am. The stock phrases I’m supposed to know escape me under pressure. Found the gin and tonic though. We shuffle back to the flat laden with fruit, salami, cheese, bread and booze. Kenny is still my favorite sherpa. A bit sweaty perhaps.

Up 85 steps and I swear it’s 92 degrees or I should say 33 celsius in the flat. We open every window and pray for a breeze. We simply get hotter and I’ve decided the flat has an odd smell. Light more candles. Another trip to market for air fresher and Kenny has designs on drip filter coffee set up. Victory and more stair master sweating is his reward.

We unpack. I pout in the heat and wonder how does Europe live without AC. We eat berries and cheese for supper. Gin & tonic for me, beer for Kenny. The Netflix works. Good night.