I hate cold weather. I believe that winter is the worst of the four seasons. I know it is wrong, but my mood & how I experience a place depends a great deal on the weather. Having said this, you would think that I wouldn’t find myself in a Scandinavian country in January… yet, last month, there I was.
Almost all of me wanted to spend the duration of my time there cozy in bed, but the wanderlust in me couldn’t let that happen. I’ve learned that if I go out looking for something specific, I usually come across unexpected sights & experiences. So I decided to go looking for a souvenir shop. Seems like something pretty easy to find, right?
I went down to the hotel reception & asked them where I could find one of these stores, they told me there’s a good one opposite the entrance to Tivoli. It was a good few kilometers away, but in a city as beautiful as Copenhagen, I was happy to walk & take in the sights. I just didn’t factor the cold into my plan.
I don’t think the ambient temperature was the problem as it was only about 1°C(33.8°F), but rather the wind. It felt as if the wind was piercing all of my exposed skin & seeping into my bloodstream. Everytime a gust of wind hit my face, it actually took my breath away… and not in a good way.
It really didn’t help that I took a few wrong turns along the way – extending this already very long walk.
I found that souvenir shop… and guess what? All that walking & all that winter air & the shop was closed!
I should have found out the name of the shop & Googled the hours it was open, but as I’ve come to learn – everything makes sense in hindsight.
Keep traveling, keep safe.