I was up bright and early at 4:30 for a 6:15am train. Â It was my first time in a [large] northern European city, and a city with street names I simply can't pronounce (no I'm not forgetting about Reykjavik, it was a -little- smaller). There were butterflies flitting about in the bottom of my gut. While I was nervous about being in CPH, the nerves weren't about the city. I was meeting a friend for the first time.
As a product of the digital age, I've made many-a-friend whom I've never met. Ten years ago, I made the acquaintance of a lovely Italian girl named Giada. We corresponded frequently (yes, mom and dad, I would like to point out you lectured me once about contacting this girl...). When previous attempt at meet did not happen, because we were far from where the other one was going to be (I, in Italy, she in the Ukraine) we had to wait for the next time one of us traveled either to New York, or to someplace close in Europe....