03/02/2026
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Denmark, Europe, Scandinavia, Travel

Exploring Copenhagen: A Rainy Day Adventure

After our arrival and subsequent adventure after landing, it was time for a proper exploration of Copenhagen.

As I went through my photos of our trip, I noticed that we did a lot of sightseeing. Our first day was surprisingly wet. It was June, and yet the rain was falling, and the weather was chilly. I am so used to no rain in June or some rain, but then it’s also humid, so you don’t need a raincoat as much as you need an umbrella. I made that mistake while living in Brisbane, Australia. Then again, I was a dumb 20-year-old who didn’t pack an umbrella for my months-long study-abroad session but did bring reams of paper for my classes. Make that make sense. (It’s so I wouldn’t have to buy any supplies once I arrived!) Anyway…

It rained. It rained almost the entire day.

Cue the Annie Lennox. Here comes the rain again.

Rain can play several illusions on our minds. It can make something deep look shallow. It can make something look smooth when, in fact, it’s bumpy. It can also make you think, “This isn’t that bad. I can handle this.” Then immediately find someplace dry to hide out for a moment as you gather yourself and decide where you are headed next.

Popping out of the train station and wandering to the city’s main shopping street, Strøget, made us reflect on how dry we’d like to be. This prompted us to wander into various stores and peruse their wares even if we had no intention of buying anything. I was, though, on the hunt for a Danish national team soccer jersey. I like to collect soccer jerseys from countries I’ve visited, and I wanted a Danish jersey. Popping in and out of stores, we made our way, eventually, to a strange sight: a store for rubber ducks.

When I tell you that they had a duck for every occasion, I mean it. Birthday duck, they got it. Graduation duck, yeah. Star Wars duck, duh. Mermaid duck, Hans, yes. These ducks made for great tiny gifts for friends and family back home that wouldn’t take up space in our luggage.

After garnering a gaggle of rubber waterfowl, it was time to head to our intended destination: the Museum of Illusions. Entrance to this museum was included with our purchase of the all-important Copenhagen Card. As I have aged, I have come to appreciate the value of museums. As a child, I loathed going to them. Natural history? Yawn. Art? Gag me with a spoon. Now, as an adult and member of society, I have come to find them engaging and important (as they were always meant to be). As a child, I just didn’t see the point in them. I am also educated enough to know when I like something and when I don’t. I’m looking at you, pretentious modern art!

The Museum of Illusions is a grand experience. It offers a hands-on way to see how things can trick our minds. The subtle ways in which our perspective can change how we view an object are examined here. It really is a fun place for people of all ages. I am going to share a mini gallery of some of the things we encountered there. Some of them I could not photograph because the perspective of my cameraphone did not do the illusion justice. Gah! Still, it was an enjoyable way to spend our morning.

Click on the images to get a better look at the illusions.

Even with the photos I shared above, some don’t match up. You’ll have to go for yourself and see them in person. Oh darn!

After taking our brains on a walk with us through the museum, it was time for us to head back outdoors and into the rain. We knew our next adventure was coming, so that was a plus. Our legs had done a lot of work so far, and we needed a break. The next activity for us would be a waterway tour of Copenhagen.

Luckily for us, the boats were covered.

What followed was a wonderful trip around the town. We went through the canals and were treated to Copenhagen from a new perspective.

What followed was a relaxing, informative, and very dry (in both the physical and humorous senses) tour of Copenhagen. We saw beautiful buildings, ancient archways, and the boat Chef Carmy and Marcus lived on for the TV show The Bear.

It really was something to see the city from the water. You can really see how waterways and the ocean influence and shape a culture and a country. There is also something about being by the ocean, isn’t there? The air feels cleaner. The breeze is a tad salty. The ocean is never to be trifled with. Always respected. The Danes, Vikings, and Scandinavians as a whole live by cold ocean waters and have built thriving societies. WTF are we doing back home?

That last paragraph went a bit awry, didn’t it? Anyway, as the tour went on, we passed the Little Mermaid statue again, and even our guide said it’s disappointing in person. We also saw how colorful the houses and buildings are in the area. Vibrant oranges, pastel yellows, and deep reds pop off the walls and draw your eyes in.

I confess, those last two photos were not taken from the boat. This is just a super-famous row of buildings that underscores my earlier point about the colorful buildings seen from the water.

The rain was still falling as we walked the streets after our tour. The weather was giving “Let’s have a pint” vibes. I mean, at least it was for us. I can’t say the same for my partner’s parents. But seriously, where else were they going to go? We bring the fun everywhere we go.

That brings us to our next stop, Carlsberg Brewery.

Carlsberg might not be the most recognizable beer in the States, but it is one of the most successful beers worldwide. The tour was also included with our Copenhagen Card. Pro tip: Advanced bookings are required!

We went on an interactive, informative guided tour that took us through some of the original buildings of the first brewery. It was really something to wander the building and see where it all began. And also to see just how cramped the spaces were! They packed a lot into a tight space.

As we wove our way through the tour, we also observed some multimedia elements. Actors portraying the founders and other brewery members appeared on screen, recounting the history and brewing process of Carlsberg. I think it was a nice element that added some realism to the tour. Instead of just reading, we were presented with living memories through texts and letters from the past.

After hearing about the past, we moved into a more physical space. These were some of the coolest things, in my opinion. There was this one sculpture made from old Carlsberg bottles that resembled a pillar. Was is structrually sound? Most definitely not, but it looked nice.

There is one reason Carlsberg is truly known around the world: sports. Specifically, soccer (football). For several years, they were the front shirt sponsor of Liverpool FC, the nemesis of my beloved Everton. The tour has an entire room dedicated to Liverpool. Jerseys, photos, and replica trophies littered the space. And I mean “littered”. I took one look at the red and hurried through the room. They’re a storied club, and I respect their success, but I also would be lying if I said I didn’t envy it. Being an Everton supporter is like a never-ending, undulating rollercoaster. You never quite reach the top or the bottom, but there are many peaks and valleys along the way.

After passing the Kopites, we found ourselves in a collector’s dream.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of bottles were illuminated in shelving in this “bottle shop” (if you will). The entire space showcases a range of Carlsberg brands and styles, along with bottles collected from around the world! I am certain you could spend hours in there poring over the various vessels. The photo above is but a small taste of the selection on hand.

After all of the walking and learning, it was time for a much-needed, celebratory beer. One beer per person (of-age adult) comes with the admission. From this bartop, you could enjoy a pint and take in the stables that were next door.

This was a great way to end the tour. The space is welcoming. The vibes are chill. The beer is delicious. (They do have other, non-beer-related drinks available for those who do not drink beer) The horses were, neigh are, wondrous creatures. The space provided a much-needed respite to enjoy the beer and our surroundings, and to ruminate on the brewery’s history.

As I sort through my photos of our first full day in Copenhagen, I thought that this was the last thing we did. I could have sworn we went on this tour, then had dinner nearby, and then headed back to the hotel.

Well, we did all of that plus some more walking!

Our final jaunt of the day took us to the Amalienborg Palace. It is the official home for the Danish royal family. Not much was happening as we walked the grounds, but if you time it right, you can observe the changing of the Royal Guard. There is also a museum on site that provides a look into the rooms of recent members of the Monarchy. And guess what? That is also included with the Copenhagen Card!

The thing pays for itself pretty quickly. If you take one thing away from my trip to Copenhagen, it is to get the Copenhagen Card.

Across the water, and beyond the fountain, is the Opera House. The Opera House could also be seen from our boat tour, but to see it directly across from the palace was a (I’m assuming deliberate) sight to behold.

This was a lot. We jammed what probably could have been two days into one. But that is what happens when you have a limited amount of time in a city. The next day would be our last full day, and then the trip would shift to a road trip of Swedish meatball-sized proportions.

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20/01/2026
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Nordic 101: Intro to Scandinavia – Let’s Go to Denmark!

Europe has largely been a continent that I have not explored. Until our trip to the UK and Ireland in 2024, I had only been to Spain way back in 2004. Back then, I could not (legally) drink, nor could I venture out much on my own since I was with a school group. Did I go to an English pub with a classmate and watch England in the Euros, taking place next door in Portugal, one night? Who can say.

Flash forward to me as an adult, and I am now getting out and around!

My partner has a former work colleague who is Finnish, and she was going to get married in Finland during the summer of 2025. With that in mind, we started to craft our own adventure through Scandinavia before and after the wedding.

At one point, there was a subplot about me possibly picking up a new car in Germany, driving it around Scandinavia, and then back to Germany, where it would be shipped home. That turned out to be crazy. Mostly because it just would not make any sense to do that. And because I decided to buy a car locally.

My future father-in-law spent time in Stockholm as an exchange student. In turn, he also housed some Swedish kids back in California. He has kept in touch with his former hosts and waxes poetic about his time in Sweden. My partner’s parents were already discussing a trip back to Sweden to visit those people and places, so when we learned of our exact dates, those two trips became one.

After that was ironed out, our adventure eventually turned into a road trip.

There really is only one airline when flying to and from Scandinavia: SAS. I mean, Scandinavia is in their name: Scandinavian Airlines System. Sure, there’s Finnair or Norwegian (except they don’t fly in the States anymore), but SAS will take you all over.

We ended up flying to Seattle and had a long layover there that was hair-pulling at times. I’m looking at you, baggage locker place! Your hours are not followed. Your entire team disappears for lunch, leaving no one behind the counter. Then, when we came back (as we were told that we could come back whenever), we had to wait for someone to show up and unlock the shop! GAH!

The movie you see on the screen, The Roundup: Punishment, was one of the movies I watched on the flight. I hadn’t put two and two together until I was watching the opening credits that I had actually watched The Roundup way back in 2023 on our way to New Zealand for the Women’s World Cup. I had to continue the series!

After nine hours and eleven minutes, give or take, of flying, we landed in Copenhagen. Full disclosure, I had a great-grandparent who immigrated from Denmark to the US a long, long time ago. This was my first trip to the “motherland”.

As I approached the customs agent, a sense of dread filled me. Existential, clearly improbable scenarios filled my mind. What if I were denied entry? What if my great-grandfather was deported from Denmark, and I, carrying his surname, was in turn not allowed in? It would be like Tom Hanks in The Terminal, only in CPH. What actually happened was the agent asked me why I was in Denmark, I told him about our trip, and then I was let in.

Sidenote: I miss getting physical stamps in my passport. They were a fun part of my travels that is now extinct, mainly due to the advent of technology.

While we were waiting for our bags, we started planning our journey to the hotel. Seeing that the city is pretty accessible by public transit, we went with that. Now, here is something that we discovered before leaving that saved us a ton of money in Copenhagen.

It’s the Copenhagen Card. I’m linking it because it was such a game-changer for us. The card offers you savings and various discounts at points of interest in Copenhagen over a period of time. We opted for the Discover Copenhagen Card. It costs 559 Danish Krone or 75 Euros and gives you unlimited access to all public transit and free access to 80+ attractions throughout the city. We were going to be in town for three days, so we selected 72 hours of fun. All you do is show the card; it can be kept on your phone, at spots across the city, and they let you in! The money saved from entry fees at museums and tours was worth the 75 Euros.

We collected our bags and easily made our way to the train. The train was busy, I mean, it’s an airport, but by no means was it an insurmountable crowd. I love getting on a train in another country. There is something about watching the countryside or city zip by the window that brings me joy.

When we popped up streetside at our stop, it was something to behold. The weather was perfect. We walked a little bit to our hotel, but it was worth it. We saw some truly unique and distinct architecture. It felt retro and futuristic at the same time. The dichotomy of metal and glass next to brick facades creates this ultra-urban factory-meets-residential vibe.

I forgot to mention how clean the city was! I am from a place where there is trash nearly everywhere. Even if it’s a small amount, it’s there. I did not see 1% as much trash walking around as I do when I am home or in other big cities across the States. I do understand that this might be the norm across the city, and there are probably parts that are dirtier than others, but compared to home, it beats it soundly.

Since there were four of us, deciding what to eat could be difficult. This is what makes local markets so essential to find while traveling. They have stalls with different local shops. From produce and cheese to fishmongers and butchers, there is something for everyone.

TorvehallerneKBH was our destination. It is known to locals and tourists alike. We saw many people with luggage wandering about, as well as many families taking in the sunny day and welcoming space.

Even after doing a full lap, it was challenging to make a decision! There were options on options. We eventually settled on fish & chips paired with the local Mikkeller beer. (I’ve actually had Mikkeller before, but at their downtown Los Angeles shop *RIP*, but there is something about having a local beer)

No meal is complete without a bit of dessert! After dinners with my grandma, she would always say, “You’re full of this kind of food” in reference to dinner food, and then we would go to Baskin-Robbins for a scoop. With those words forever in my mind, we found ice cream.

We consumed a fair amount of calories during this lunch. That meant a walk was in order.

Our original plan was to hit the ground running and do as much as possible to combat the jet lag. That was folly. We finished our dessert and then decided to head back to our hotel and reassess our plans. A nap was in the cards, and then we would set out about town.

Jet lag is a real mother.

With the Copenhagen Card, train rides were included, making it a no-brainer to use trains to the max. That meant it would be easy for us to go back to our hotel and take a nap. It was a quick ride back and a short walk to our hotel. Seriously, I am jealous of Copenhagen’s public transit. And the bike usage. I wish where I lived prioritized that over car culture.

But that’s another ball of wax to unravel at another time.

After waking up, we decided that our next stop was the Little Mermaid statue. I was warned that the statue was a bit underwhelming. I responded by saying that I’ve seen Plymouth Rock. That’s just a random rock, not even the one they “landed” on. Still, the statue was disappointing, but it sits in a gorgeous location.

There were numerous people around the waterfront snapping photos of the statue. I looked at it and went, “Yup, that’s a statue all right,” and took my own picture.

Then the walk continued.

We ambled down the waterfront and took in the views of the Kastellet. It’s a 17th-century fortress shaped like a star, complete with ramparts and a few bridges. We did not venture onto the grounds because it was getting dark, and we were looking for a place to rest our feet.

After gazing upon the fountain and statues, my future father-in-law found us a place for dinner. It was not far from where we were standing, and it had stellar reviews.

The Pescatarian sits on the corner and invites you down below the street. It also just so happened to be the day of the Royal Run. An event where people, including the royal family, run either a 1.6, 5, or 10km through the streets of Copenhagen. The restaurant looked to be in the middle of the action (earlier in the day, no one was running this late into the night), and crews were packing up barricades and signage from the race.

No one was expecting a five or six-course meal when we walked in. I don’t even remember the last time I ate a meal that was this expertly prepared and presented. I am also not one to constantly take photos of my food, but I had to at this point. “For the ‘Gram as they say.” Or, in my case, for my website, which a handful of people will read and see.

The meal was finished, and our appetites were satiated. The next thing was to get back to our hotel. My partner and I really enjoy taking scooters and bikes around towns. It is a fun way to travel. There’s nothing quite like the wind in your face and hair as you ride down a city street. If you do scoot, just be mindful of the rules of the road and the traffic. We found some e-bikes and then made our way back. The sun was nearly set on our first day in Scandinavia.

All in all, it was a great way to start our trip.

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06/01/2026
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Inside the House that Ruth did not Build: A Trip to New Yankee Stadium

“The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time.” Terence Mann, played by James Earl Jones, said those lines in the 1989 classic film Field of Dreams. Even some thirty-odd years after the film’s release, those words still ring true.

It feels like there is a new stadium being built somewhere in the country, and the world, for that matter, at any given time. Given everything that it had “seen,” why would the Yankees want to build a new stadium? Fenway and Wrigley are still standing. They are cramped as hell, but they still function. From everything that I’ve read and remember reading at the time of its construction, it came down to money. Doesn’t it always?

The stadium was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. The renovation that was done in the 70’s made the stadium worse, somehow, and by the early 2000’s, upkeep was turning into a money pit. This is the version that is out there. The skeptical internet sleuths/trolls/tin-foil hat wearers believe it to be some kind of money laundering.

I never got to experience the old Yankee Stadium. But when we were planning our trip to see some shows, we saw that the Yankees would be in town and playing my partner’s favorite team, the Giants. It also happened to be on her birthday. How can you not be romantic about baseball?

We didn’t do the New York thing and take the train to the game. I know, I know, that’s what people do! But we got a late start and saw that it would be faster for us to take a cab there. Which is, in its own right, a rite of passage for New York transit.

Pulling up to the stadium was hectic. People were all over the place, crossing the street, getting out of cars, and packing the sidewalks to get into the stadium. It’s the Yankees. That’s to be expected. They had just come off a World Series appearance, and the beginning of the 2025 season sprang new hope among the fans in pinstripes.

The stadium is just over 15 years old, and it still looks new. It also feels a bit sterile. Tall, vaulted ceilings on the ground floor. A hibachi guy dishing out wok-based food like it’s Benihana. And a color scheme that evokes the team’s colors and the old Yankee Stadium. Referencing old stadium photos, the place had character and history.

This new place is still coming into its own. They christened it with a 2009 World Series and made it back last season, only to collapse in Game 5. Still, it is a lovely stadium, loaded with amenities that I am sure the previous place lacked.

The day was pretty perfect, weather-wise. A slight breeze. Clouds above, but nothing ominous. And the sun kept peeking out every so often to provide some warmth.

My partner and I have a deal. When we go to a baseball game, and only one of our teams is playing, we will support that team, but with a twist. Since both of our favorite teams originated in New York, we wear those teams’ jerseys. For example, I wear a Willie Mays New York Giants jersey, and if the Dodgers are playing, she will wear a Jackie Robinson Brooklyn Dodgers jersey. When the Giants and Dodgers play each other, we revert to our teams and heckle each other throughout. So here I am, in a Willie Mays New York Giants jersey.

The number of people who give me a “Go Mets!” when they see my hat is funny. The logo is similar, so it’s forgivable. The Mets, famously, borrowed their blue from the Dodgers and their orange from the Giants. Voila! Blue and orange mets.

Anyway, back to the game at hand!

The Giants went down early. 3 to nothing, to be exact. It was not looking good. It had all the shapings of a rout. Then Jung Hoo Lee and the Giants chipped back with a solo homerun and took the lead two innings later with a three-run homerun. This prompted the stereotypical boomer of a New Yorker in front of us to say that the Yankees “Needed a Korean” on their team. Uhhhhh what?

The Giants would hold on to the lead and eventually close it out for the win. It was an entertaining game! A wonderful present for her first visit to Yankee Stadium.

I tell you what, it is a nice stadium. The staff were friendly. I had a pretty decent hot dog! They kept many recognizable features from the old stadium and carried them over to this new one. I can see why some people would gripe about it, but it is a good place to watch baseball.

The Yankees are probably the most recognizable baseball team in the world. From Seinfeld to Fred Durst (if you have to look up Limp Bizkit right now, then boy do I feel old) to Spike Lee and to Billy Crystal. Their fans are as passionate as any around the league. They play in a big city and can attract talent and fans because of their history (and money). It can be an easy draw to watch them and become a fan. It’s a lot of winning! 27 World Series championships are nothing to scoff at.

Coming from a family that is half Red Sox fans, I can tell you one thing: I am never sad when the Yankees lose.

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30/12/2025
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Something to Do & Something to Eat in New York: Part 2

Our next day started at Chelsea Market because my partner knew that we could find some good eats there. And we did!

Spoiler alert.

We wandered the halls looking at the various stalls. We saw everything from BBQ to Japanese to Italian specialty grocery stores. But we settled on a more traditional breakfast spot that offered both bakery items and meals.

I went with French toast, and my partner chose eggs Benedict. Or at least I think that’s what’s pictured. I don’t know eggs. I hate eggs. I’ll eat them when they’re IN something like a cookie or bread, but I cannot eat plain eggs. It’s the smell, the texture, and really every bit of them that I despise. Don’t get me started on hard-boiled eggs! The sheer audacity of some people to eat those in public. Shame!

But enough about eggs!

The food was delicious. And after eating a ton of calories, we knew it was time to walk.

We had a show we were trying to get to, and we had plenty of time to walk there. We hopped on the High Line and took in a different view of New York City. So often, the sights we see are from the street level or above the buildings.

Welcome to a new perspective.

The High Line is built on an old, elevated rail line. And it operates as a single, long park that can be enjoyed year-round.

Being above the street and just below the buildings is a terrific way to experience the city. You walk by businesses and apartments at their level. Not often can you do that.

Walking in any major city would involve multiple interruptions. Stop lights, stop signs, and traffic in general would slow your sauntering. But when you are above it all and a couple of floors above the ground, you can walk to your heart’s content.

There are a ton of funky, amazing, and wonderfully designed buildings along this walk. I’m not I.M. Pei, but I can appreciate interesting and thoughtfully designed buildings.

The end of the road brought us to a honeycomb-like structure called “Vessel.” It’s in the Hudson Yards neighborhood and right next to a mall. A mall where we hurried inside because it was starting to rain harder than the modest drizzle we had experienced earlier on our walk. My partner is not so fond of heights, so that was another reason we went inside. No reason to tempt the fears by climbing up an M.C. Escher-like set of stairs.

From there, it was about a half-hour walk to the theatre where we would see Hadestown. My thoughts on that show have been well documented. If you missed it, I’m not a fan.

After the show, we found B-Side Pizza Bar. It did exactly what we wanted. Served us delicious pizza. Excuse the blurry photo below. We were hungry and only took a photo midway through our meal. Take our, and my, word for it. It’s good.

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26/11/2025
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Something to Do & Something to Eat in New York: Part 1

The title is pretty self-explanatory. I am going to run through a few places in this limited series for things to do and to eat while in New York City. This also means I can expand this series to other cities in the future, if I want to.

But for now, we will stick to one place to eat and one place to do something fun. People’s definitions of “fun” vary widely. Museums may be your idea of fun, or they could be the death knell of joy. We like to visit regular museums, art & sculpture, and the like, but we also enjoy other types of museums.

I am also aiming to highlight sites that are not frequently mentioned when you think of these cities. The Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, Times Square, MOMA, etc. Those types of places won’t be featured here. I am looking for things that maybe engage other senses while also being fun.

Enter, The Color Factory.

The Color Factory is a hands-on examination of color. Is it mainly geared towards children? Yes and no. There were several children present when we walked through, and adults were also enjoying the museum.

It is a very photogenic place to visit. There is color, duh, everywhere! We first found this spot on Instagram, and the videos and photos we saw immediately drew us in. That, and looking for something that would get us out of the rain and cold. Win-win!

The world of colors and the sense of taste combine to begin our journey.

After checking our coats, we were treated to a rainbow assortment of fortune cookies. Each cookie had a different color and flavor. It was a fun way to awaken the palate. It was also a nice introduction to what we were about to experience. It was a standard fortune cookie with a flavorful surprise.

Toucan Sam would be all over the next room. We followed our noses to small, colorful vents and sniffed. Literally, breathing in the aromas of colors and the words that correspond to them. It was not a straightforward “you’re smelling cotton candy” or anything similar. The words chosen for each scent allow your mind to create a scent, and then you dive in, nose first, and smell something. Some areas were more pungent than others, but it was still a fun exercise.

After testing the olfactory sense, it was time to rest our feet and let our ears in on the fun. We put on headphones and listened to a prompt. The prompt led us to draw the person across from us and use the colored pencils provided. But it wasn’t a straightforward drawing session. We used the colors as a gateway to the inner workings of our drawing partner. What is their aura? What colors remind you of them? Things like that. It also asked us to stare at them and draw their face without picking up the pencil. That was hard, no lie. I did not do my partner’s face any justice. What I drew was round but also misshapen because I drew a circle too small and then overcorrected and made a bulbous circle. Straight to the bin went that paper!

We then entered a world of sound. And as I typed that, I read it in a Rod Serling Twilight Zone-esque voice. But we did enter a room with multiple percussion instruments, xylophones, and were tasked with playing along. By playing along, I mean using the mallets and making some music.

The next two rooms were explorations of brightness and darkness. Or, that’s what I’m calling it in my thesis for my non-existent paper on the exploration of color and society.

We first made our way through a room that looked like Barbie’s dreamhouse had exploded. It was a party room, and the only thing I thought about after leaving the room was how much of a pain it would be to clean all that confetti up.

The second room was a silent disco. No audible sound, unless you were wearing headphones. Once the headphones were on, the funk was all around, and you could let the music move you through the dimly lit room. It is a fun phenomenon to experience. You see people dancing and wonder what song it is. Then you join in and find out, and once you’re finished, you go back to being out of the loop for the dance party.

The last room took us back to our days visiting Charles Entertainment Cheese. Or, as he is more commonly known, Chuck E. Cheese. It was a ball pit. Take off your shoes and enjoy “swimming” around an inordinate number of monochrome plastic balls. This was just a fun way to end the journey. It was also fun to throw the balls at my partner, who said they smelled “like feet”.

If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

Now for something to eat.

We were extremely stereotypical and went with the tried-and-true New York bagel. PopUp Bagels was our spot, and they hit the mark with these bad boys. Delicious and flavorful, while not being too heavy. The perfect balance.

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