I hit the streets of Copenhagen hungry. The sun was shining in through the train window and I had my sunglasses on. After being up for 36 hours, it was a welcome excuse to put on some shades. I know I need decent food as I can feel my stomach going bad. The bad news is that I have never been here before and I am picky about what I put into my stomach.
Four days ago I booked a room at the Astoria at Central Station. I am packing some serious baggage at the moment, so I wanted something that I could roll into without having to take a taxi or walk too far. Plus, I like to get my bearings a bit first and lock down some locations for round twos. The feeling I get when I am lost or new to a place is a bit awkward. Its not that I am anxious, but I feel much more focused. I am normally a very outgoing person and I can chat with almost anyone, but when I don’t have my bearings yet, I have a hard time talking to people.
My hotel is adequate. I can do simple most of the time, and luxury some of the time. I had to remind myself that some of my favorite places to sleep are in the dirt. And the older I get, the more excuses that I am able to make to myself in order to spring for a nicer place to lay my head. I am getting very convinced of late that the biggest barrier to adventure is comfort. If my whole indoor life was suddenly five degrees cooler, I would get a lot more done.