Sometimes the delights of a good city take a back seat to the delights of seeing great friends you maintain a relationship with via WeChat. As such, I stepped off the plane in Copenhagen and into two sets of squealing arms for the February half term break. There was jumping and hugging and dancing in a circle.
Later, there were cupcakes and sparkling wine, served to us by an American expat who'd grown up in Romeo, Michigan. Small world indeed. I think she squealed when she got to the bottom of the 'where are you from' question.
Copenhagen's weather didn't exactly play nice but we didn't mind. From lunch, to a brief wander to walk off Gemma's Ho Chi Minh to Frankfurt to Copenhagen jetlag, to our hotel's 'Honesty Bar', we set the world to rights in the way that only true friends can.
Too many gin and tonics and a pizza ordered directly to our hotel lobby later, Clare threw in the towel and returned to Sweden, a feat that sounds much more exotic than the actual 20-minute train ride it is. Gemma and I retreated to a room with ample heating, donning hoodies and big socks, and tucked ourselves into a pair of single beds. Because friendship is a warm pair of fuzzy socks.
I love my people. Even if I only get to see them once in a blue moon.
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