I woke up this morning, a bit later than I'd hoped, to the clinking of dishes from the courtyard and the fresh Danish breeze blowing through my window. I went downstairs and delighted in the complimentary, organic breakfast while beginning to make (mental) preparations to leave and explore the city before meeting up with Josh, the brother of a dear friend who lives just outside of CPH. I eventually packed up and made a rough plan of where to go, mostly centered around this elusive flodeboller (Danish cream ball?!) that I have heard so much about. It didn't take me long to discover that almost all of Copenhagen would remain closed due to the holiday (which I have since discovered is referred to as "Big Prayer Day") and I therefore found myself roaming a ghost town. Luckily Josh will give me a call just when I had lost hope and energy for the big, shut down city. He will then retrieve me from the tranquil interior courtyard of Charlottenborg, offer me the most delicious latte I could have dreamt of at that moment from his friend's cafe, and whisk me off via car to the glorious suburbs... Ah, the country at last....!