I made it to Copenhagen and my home for the next month without a hitch. My early 1700's apartment is in a lively
Copenhagen waterfront district called Nyhavn (pronounced New Hound without the d and, by the way, I've already determined that it is genetically impossible for me to correctly pronounce most Danish words) on an iconic canal built in the 17th century. It's suited with old storm windows, creaky wood floors, and an inherent mustiness in the stairwell leading to my 4th floor spot. Like my apartment, the canal comes with much character as back in the day it was chock full of merchant ships, trading, and brothels. Now, cafes, restaurants, and happy-colored buildings overlook pristine, wooden ships from which swashbuckling pirates should be swinging. I love walking out the door from my quaint courtyard each morning amidst this charming maritime model.