Copenhaggen Bar
I only have five hours in Denmark. This is will for sure be yet another adventure. I am a traveler with a zeal for every situation he finds himself in. One with an appetite for local drink, art, and people. Lets see what we can get into…..
I only have a few Euros to spend, and you can probably guess what I am going to spend it on. You got it, beer. Danish beer to be exact. Carrlsberg is the golden drink of the day. Well, of the few hours I have to spend here. I drink it in, tasting the culture that I wont get to experience except for those that work at the airport. Another generic stop along the way across the world. It IS perfectly designed, clean, efficient, and EVERYONE here is smiling. Granted I see the people of Denmark pass by anonymously, or wait on me at the bar, but I am not getting to get to see or know they way they live or their of way life . I get to see them like me. Random forgettable faces that are breathing in that familiar recycled air of airports and airplanes. Drinking the same beer as me. I wonder if they are trying to forget the distance they are from home, or are they are on their way back to where ever it is they call home. I can’t help but start to wonder if they are more and more like me than I ever give them credit for being. Maybe they are traveling the same long time and schedule as me. Is their tie and sport coats equal to my chain wallet, cuffed jeans and my shaven head? Do they miss their lovers like I do? Do they understand what I am doing sitting here in this bar watching the hours pass by as I wait for that glowing box to list the words “Now Boarding” next to my flight number? Would we get along if it weren’t for language and cultural norms? I think the answer is more likely a yes than anything else.
One thing traveling has taught me is that the farther you get away from home, the more that you find more and more parts of your home in the world. It can be art, fashion, culture, drinks, family or any part of your life you hold important and that you can identify with as something that brings you comfort. If you open your mind and eyes and take a look around, your home is in parts of everywhere you look.
I plug in my headphones and switch between my layover and my travel play lists and disappear back to what I need for now. I order some food and have another beer. Later today I will be in Sweden. I have been told the beer is cold and in the fridge waiting for my arrival. My friends are waiting to help me live the next entry. I can’t wait, and in a few hours I wont have to. Thank you Denmark for your beer, your faceless and nameless passengers and letting take a load off for a few hours. See you on the return flight….
I only have a few Euros to spend, and you can probably guess what I am going to spend it on. You got it, beer. Danish beer to be exact. Carrlsberg is the golden drink of the day. Well, of the few hours I have to spend here. I drink it in, tasting the culture that I wont get to experience except for those that work at the airport. Another generic stop along the way across the world. It IS perfectly designed, clean, efficient, and EVERYONE here is smiling. Granted I see the people of Denmark pass by anonymously, or wait on me at the bar, but I am not getting to get to see or know they way they live or their of way life . I get to see them like me. Random forgettable faces that are breathing in that familiar recycled air of airports and airplanes. Drinking the same beer as me. I wonder if they are trying to forget the distance they are from home, or are they are on their way back to where ever it is they call home. I can’t help but start to wonder if they are more and more like me than I ever give them credit for being. Maybe they are traveling the same long time and schedule as me. Is their tie and sport coats equal to my chain wallet, cuffed jeans and my shaven head? Do they miss their lovers like I do? Do they understand what I am doing sitting here in this bar watching the hours pass by as I wait for that glowing box to list the words “Now Boarding” next to my flight number? Would we get along if it weren’t for language and cultural norms? I think the answer is more likely a yes than anything else.
One thing traveling has taught me is that the farther you get away from home, the more that you find more and more parts of your home in the world. It can be art, fashion, culture, drinks, family or any part of your life you hold important and that you can identify with as something that brings you comfort. If you open your mind and eyes and take a look around, your home is in parts of everywhere you look.
I plug in my headphones and switch between my layover and my travel play lists and disappear back to what I need for now. I order some food and have another beer. Later today I will be in Sweden. I have been told the beer is cold and in the fridge waiting for my arrival. My friends are waiting to help me live the next entry. I can’t wait, and in a few hours I wont have to. Thank you Denmark for your beer, your faceless and nameless passengers and letting take a load off for a few hours. See you on the return flight….
"Brian OK"
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