First Blog Post Ever

This is my first blog post ever. Bare with me.

Last night I got back to my hostel around midnight. Upon getting ready for bed I quickly realized that I'd left my phone and my computer in my office, and there was no clock in the room, and there was nobody else sleeping in the room, and thus I had NO way of knowing the time nor setting an alarm. Poor planning on my part, I admit.

So I went to sleep hoping to wake up around 8:30am and then go to work but knowing full well that I could easily sleep until 3pm, considering the jetlag and the fact that I had been tired all day. So, sometime the next day I woke up, and looked outside for some indication of the time of day. No luck there; it was too cloudy to determine the location of the sun. So I got ready for work and walked towards the train station. I've never found myself in the situation where I have absolutely no idea what time it was. It was weird enough with the jetlag, but the lack of clocks was really throwing me for a loop. I looked for clues. There were many people walking around, so I considered that maybe they were just commuters like me and thus it was a reasonable time (around 9am). But I began convincing myself that perhaps these people were all going to lunch, or coming from lunch, and thus I'd slept until 12 or 1pm. Without any concrete clues, I actually began assuming the worst, that I'd actually slept until 4pm and that everyone was commuting HOME from work. But really I had no idea. I had deduced that the time was sometime between 6am and 6pm. That was a relatively safe assumption.

On the way to the station, I saw a big grocery store called Kvickly, and I went inside to see if they sold a watch. I was walking around the aisles when employees started yelling at me in Danish. I looked around uncomfortably, certain they were talking to me but not sure how to respond. I just looked at them and said, "English?", awkwardly, to which they responded in beautiful english, "We're not open for another half hour, at 9am." Haha, yes!

So it turns out I woke up at exactly the time I had intended, but unfortunately had been unable to buy a watch because of it. Is that irony?

In other news, Copenhagen is awesome! Lots of bikes, lots of bike lanes. And I mean LOTS of bikes. More bikers than drivers in downtown.