Copenhagen probably stole my heart in a very comparable way to Paris. The architecture, the food, the beautiful people... Also, the fact that it's much more populated and easier to get around than Iceland. Denmark was a breath of fresh air (figuratively speaking, of course) from the emptiness of Iceland, because I was actually able to get my bearings.
I bought a city pass for the three days I was here, but ended up walking for the most part. I didn't figure out the CPH wifi until my flight home, so when I got off the plane, I hopped on the metro and got off at a stop that was labeled "city". Among all the ø's and aa's and words I wouldn't even attempt to pronounce, I was relieved when I finally saw a name I recognized: Starbucks.
Once I figured out where things were, I got tacos from a place called Hija de Sanchez at an outdoor food market (I was still too embarrassed to whip out my DSLR for a food pic at this point...).
I made my way over to the round tower (Rundetaarn), which may not be one of the tallest buildings in Copenhagen, but offers an amazing bird's eye view of the city. You also get an amazing workout running up the spiral cobblestone floor to the top.
On day 2, I made it my mission to try Grød. Apparently porridge is a huge breakfast trend in Denmark, and this place had a whole menu full of different variations of what we'd probably consider a pretty disgusting, last-resort breakfast.
Grød (porridge) with apple slices, almonds, and caramel sauce
After breakfast, I went to Christiania, a small hippie town in the city that has its own laws (or lack thereof). It was probably the "least safe" that I felt the entire trip, but really that's not saying much because Denmark is only preceded by Iceland in terms of safety.
I specifically waited until 10pm to visit the Tivoli theme park in the middle of the city because I wanted to see it in all its lit up glory. Christmas was 9 months ago so I needed my pretty-light fix, and Tivoli did not disappoint.
On my last full day in Denmark, I had to do all the touristy stuff I usually hate doing. After an extremely (ful)filling breakfast at Mad og Kaffe, I walked to Nyhavn (which apparently means new harbour!) specifically to take generic pictures of the bright buildings that line the waterfront. Then I took a canal tour because of course I wanted to learn about the history of Nyhavn. I got ice cream just to take a picture, ate a very expensive (and delicious) dinner from Manfreds, had a beer at my super-cool hostel, Sleep in Heaven, then passed out so I'd be up for my 8am train to Sweden the next morning.
Somewhere along this trip I also did a brewery tour and beer tasting at the Carlsberg brewery, but honestly, I couldn't tell you when. The beer was delicious though.