deep throating malawach bread

Hej. As they say up north. Or sæl as the vikings used to say. Welcome to day 2. First thing on the agenda: Breakfast on the balcony, in the sunshine. You read correctly. There was sunshine in Denmark. Not to brag or anything but I was in a tshirt.

After breakfast I went on a walk around the block with the dogs and just as Debbie squatted down I saw the wallet she was about to poo on. So I yanked that away from under her ass and found credit card, driving license and various customer cards. I looked up the guy who’s adress strangley featured on some website. It was a neighbour. No one opened the door so I wrote a lovely little anonymous note ad put it in the mailbox. In retrospect I wish I had written my name on there so he could send me chocolate as a thank you but oh well I shall have some pretty good karma now cause I didn’t go shopping with his visa.

Next up I walked down into town to go to den gamle by. But when I got there I really had to pee. *starts beat boxing*. I basically ran through the pretty botanical garden with my bladder on the verge of exploding and when I made it to den gamle by it wasn’t at all what I had hoped. I thought it was an open space (aka free entry) with a lot of people in costumes, like an old movie. But it was just another touristy attraction that only allowed visitors to use the bathroom. So I left, found a cute cafe, went to the bathroom there, didn’t buy anything and left.

Further down on my to do list in last week’s post you find ”Møllestien (cobblestone street)” which is where I was headed to next. It was pretty and didn’t disappoint. I took a couple pictures and did feel a bit awkward just walking along taking close up shots of other people’s houses. But I mean they chose to live in (I’m looking up how much one of those houses costs and I came across this description: ”The hollyhocks and rambling roses race each other to grow up against the tiny old half-timbered houses with their small-paned windows”. Made me lol but does describe it quite perfectly.) it.

500k €four-bedroom townhouse Møllestien
1m €four-bedroom penthouse condodeveloping harbour
2m €eight-bedroom mansion with sea viewsRisskov

Was anyone else wondering why gamle by means old town and why even tho english and danish are related in many aspects this does not seem to be the case like what so ever here? NO? Just me. Well too bad I will explain anyway.

  • Gamle. In german we have a word ”gammelig” (adjective) which basically means old as in when food is no longer edible. Gammeln (verb) cognates to Old English gamolian. Gamle comes from gammel. The comparative and the superlative are formed from a different stem: ældre, ældst. And there we have the ”old”. So gamle derives from Old English and ældre from the Old Norse ellri like English elder.
  • By comes from Old Norse aka the language the vikings took over seas with them and let other cultures borrow words from. Býr or bœr meant settlement and was borrowed in English place names, such as Whitby.

OLD TOWN- you’re welcome. On with the show. Where was I? Ah houses.

Actually. I’m done with houses. Next up: Dokk1 which is where I was sat for 2 hours wating for my mom. Which in the beginning was nice. I sat in the sun. Drew things I saw, organized and planned for October and chilled. Excuse me. Gammelte. After like 90 minutes however, I got hungry which turned into hangry and that was no fun. I was planning to go to the street food market and the thought of that kept me alive and killed me at the same time. Now (third of October) that I’m happy and satiated I can tell you that my falafel wrap was an actual 11/10. My falafel was wrapped nicely into a vegan puff pastry. And I got the za’atar chips as a side.

ZA’ATAR

ISRAELI FOOD AT IT’S BEST – and I can confirm that it was at it’s best. I am drooling now just thinking about that food.

After devouring the thing (I can now cross deep throating Malawach bread off my to do list) we walked into town to check out the Latin Quarter (luv it) and to get some coffee. I went into second hand stores, starred at girls, admired outfits and had a fab time. We ended up at La Cabra where a small cup of coffee cost 45 crowns. No, I will not tell you how many euros that is but 6€ is a lot of money. My Mom got a hot chocolate that was devine.

In the evening we sat, watched friends and went to bed early. Great day.

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