One day we took the train up north through the woods to arrive at a cute little town where you wader through the forest for a while and pop out onto a beautiful beach.
Bruna's roommate lent me her bike and I explored the wooded bike paths of Hillerod.
Copenhagen the city in Spring: Idyllic, quiet, beautiful. Hardly any traffic, by far the most bike friendly city I've ever seen. I noticed that hardly anybody even bothers to lock their bikes up, since apparently the Danes just abide by some foreign moral code. A moral code that extends to not j-walking, as I found out when the cops pulled me over on Easter Sunday for crossing a deserted street against the red. Good thing I was a foreigner, so I got off with lecture instead of a ticket. The city center was a great size--not too big, not too small, just nice and manageable. I was there at the perfect time to see everyone emerging onto terraces and into parks to take advantage of the spring sun.
We headed back into the city to check out Christiania, the little 'autonomous,' drug-dealing, hippie community in Copenhagen. There are no cars or real streets, just lots of cool tags on the buildings and sketchy looking characters. It was pretty strange, but cool.
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