Kobenhaven. the land of the Danish

Family do not panic, Rose and I will call on Monday from Prague, phone cards to America in Danmark were wayy too expensive. Believe it or not we managed to be in Kobenhaven in time for the annual jazz festival and Roskilde. Uncannily weird but fun.
Shabbat was nice. This was a great place to spend the weekend as its quiet, clean, safe (no one locks their bikes up) chilled place to be. Itøs a walking city, so Rose and I spent our day walking around in circles. We were invited out Friday night for a Shabbat meal, and Shabbat day ate our revolting bought Houmous (gross. gross.) matzah and packaged frozen deli meat (i am vomitting by now) today. as a result we are only eating kommkommers, or cucumbers.
The danish language makes me think of herring pastries, every time i hear the word ødanishø i begin to salivate and picture chocolate pastries with white sugar... the words sounds so slavic thoø so i am stuck with an image of herring in there too...
we are off to the countryside as the city makes us antsy after a while, heading in the evenutal direction of Praha, one of my favorite cities ever. We went to this place called Christania, its a throwback to the hippie era, literally the place has a burnt statue of Liberty adn police there 24 hours monitoring drug etc. presence...actually it reminded me of Purim at the Moshav.
Got to go run and catch our train to Koge (pronounced Kolchahhacg) or Helisnore (the Hamlet castle from Shakespeare is from there) and go see a Danish fishing village....ugh. pastries and herring again....
more later. i miss you all. have fun in Parksville (if you are there) eat something for me.