Danmark

First, I'd like to thank those of you who've taken time out of your busy schedule to point out my typographical errors. It warms my heart to know that you care enough to be harshly critical.

Hey, I'm flying by the seat of my pants here. No spell check and a keyboard full of bizarre characters. Here an oomlot, there a ... I don't even know what most of them are called. It ain't easy being an international icon.

Copenhagen is beautiful. Don't get me wrong, it isn't Paris, but it is spectacular. The architecture is amazing. And the men! That viking stock does amazing things. In Amsterdam I was spitting, in Copenhagen I'm drooling.

If you visit Copenhagen, I have a couple of tips for you.

First, bring warm clothes. I don't mean a cozy sweater. I mean gloves, scarves, ear muffs, insulated socks, thermal underwear and goose down parkas. This town is bitterly cold in August.

Second, if you plan to eat, get a second mortgage on your house before you leave. If you'd like a beer with dinner, sell your car. Don't worry, you won't be able to afford gas when you return to the states anyway. Copenhagen is prohibitively expensive.

The breakfast buffet here is similar to the one in Hamburg, but there are no chocolate-hazelnut pates. However, the biggest difference is the attitude of the guests. Each and every single one of us is fully cognicent of the fact that this is the only meal we will be able to afford today. We have knives and forks and we aren't afraid to use them to secure one more breakfast roll. Paramedics are stationed in the lobby.

On the streets I find myself looking down, hoping to find a stray kroner. I saw one yesterday, but some young punk dove into traffic and retrieved it before I had a chance.

Next time it will be mine.