So here’s the thing, the picture above, it’s actually from the first time that I went to Copenhagen with my mom. This time around we were still traveling with our friends, Kevin and Debrán, and well, the weather was not all that great. It was pretty chilly and it rained practically the entire time we were there. That’s not to say that we didn’t have a great time, it’s just that I didn’t really take any pictures. This time around it wasn’t so much about the sites we saw or even the food we ate (although it was still amazing), the best part of our time in Copenhagen actually revolved around a foosball table. I’ve never really been a big fan of foosball, probably because I’ve never been very good at it, and it just seemed kind of dumb (probably because I never won). But Kevin and Debrán wound up with a foosball table in their flat, so after dinner our first night, we decided to give it a try. After Debrán effortlessly scored the first goal, like she’d been secretly training all her life, we couldn’t stop playing. I don’t know if it was the dreary weather, or the fact that by game two we all had been nicknamed according to our style of play, or maybe it was the super competitiveness coming out in all of us. Anyway, we were all hooked. I’m sure we woke up the neighbors with our fits of laughter and the occasional scream at our teammates, the tiny plastic ones. So that’s what happened every night, a foosball rematch, until one of the teams barely squeaked out a win (oh, it’s not over yet). And it was the best ending to a really great trip.
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