Louise's thoughts

Weather I

So as soon as I got back from vacation, the weather turned nicer than nice. This was the forecast Saturday and it hasn't changed since. I can proudly say that it is warmer than both LA (17 degrees according to my newspaper) and New York City (18 degrees but cloudy). If you have no clue what a degree Celsius is I found this neat converter last time I needed to remember how many fluid ounces are in a liter.

The disadvantage with the heat wave is that windows need to be open 24/7 making me wake up constantly during the night to the loud voices of summerhappy and mainly drunk people who wander through my street. This weekend I realized that there are two solutions to this, either close the windows and suffocate or go out all night as well, so I can sleep in the early morning when the drunk people in the street have been exchanged with early birds rushing to work and the garbage trucks bumping their containers to the ground on every corner. I opted for the latter. I went to the chic part of the harbor Saturday night where not only have they made a closed pool there in the middle of the harbor surrounded by the ferries to Sweden and glamorously decorated yachts with rich people, they have also poured sand all over the place to make the recreational part of the harbor look beachy. "You have to be kidding, I did not get back to Copenhagen last night just to walk in yet another pile of sand", was the first thing I said to my friend as we met. Anyone who knows me, knows that there is only one thing I hate more than grass and that is sand, especially in inappropriate places such as three blocks from down town Copenhagen (don't get me wrong, I love Florida sand and other sensible places where it occurs naturally but you sort of expect it to be at a beach not at the harbor).

As we were sitting there chattingly drinking our white wine and enjoying that it was possible to wear a tank top at 8 pm the bar started playing Wham's "Last Christmas"... it was one of those out-of-body experiences where we just looked at each other and laughed at this surreal touch. Heat wave in Copenhagen is indeed an experience that occurs one week each summer and leaves you scarred for the remaining year.

Posted by Louise at August 9, 2004 06:03 PM