Spicy Salami & Life Celebrations

The travel break ended in fabulous fashion. I spent my last four days of travels staying with my best friend in Milan, shoving our faces with spicy salami & grilled cheese sandwiches, large delicious pizzas, cheese puffs, and incredible Chinese food. While I know Sus & Bas would be disappointed to hear this, absolutely no sightseeing (or shopping) took place in Milano, the fashion capital of the world. After a week and a half of traveling, all I wanted to do was kick back with Em, drink wine, and watch Friends episodes until we couldn’t stand it anymore (although it’s essentially impossible to ever make me sick of the best show known to mankind). Without a camera (oh, did I mention my camera’s broken?), it didn’t make sense to go sightseeing. Either way, it was a fabulous way to end gallivanting about Europe for two weeks… oh except for the fact that I broke the Italian washing machine in Emily’s apartment, and since I couldn’t retrieve my clothes, now I’m out two sweaters, my favorite pair of leggings, two pairs of tights, my oh-so-cozy Denison sweatshirt, my black mini that I love so much, and my Dos Equis boxers… Rough.

Emily and I flew back to Copenhagen together along with a couple of her friends from Richmond. I introduced her to the Thursday outing that we, the Americans studying in CPH, never miss out on: Kulor. The next day, we picked up my friend Josh from the airport (whom I hadn’t seen in 5 years), and we proceeded to get three medium pizzas from Domino’s and an order of cheesy bread… delicious. We annihilated all of it.

The next day… SENSATION! We head over to Tasingegade around 3, glittered up and decked out in white, and left for the concert around 7 (I think…?)… no words can accurately describe our sensational experience. We celebrated life like nobody’s business. Probably the most incredible night of my life, and I’ve had my fair share of pretty ridiculous nighttime escapades. Eric Prydz was phenomenal. So absurd. I want to rave every weekend for the rest of my life…but not really because my calves still hurt. And it’s Thursday.

Em left Sunday evening, but I’m sitting at a café in London waiting for her to get to Victoria Station righhht as we speak. Sad that we see each other more in Europe than we do back home? Probably. Chipotle & Harry Potter, here we come!