I left my relative and moved to my Aunt and Uncle’s yesterday. My grandmother’s niece is very nice, and very welcoming, but I didn’t know her at all before this week. So I’ve moved on to relations I’m more familiar with. I do plan to see her again though.
In the morning I had thought to go to Christiania, but I took a wrong turn and ended up back on Stroget, sipping hot chocolate and people watching. Still cloudy and rainy, so I didn’t have a lot of chances to interact with the locals.
In the afternoon I took the train out to the suburbs and my uncle picked me up. We drove to his house and I saw my aunt for the first time in twenty years. We spent the rest of the day having tea and talking. A while later my cousin arrived. She’s nearly my age and it has been just as long since I’ve seen her. It’s been nice to catch up with relations. This has been a big year for long lost relatives.
Today my uncle took me to the Experimetium. It’s like the Odyssium, but bigger and better. Unfortunately it has the same problem: Too many kids hogging the fun exhibits. The water area was especially cool, and I dearly wish I had a chance to try the lock system. But no. Little children like to play with plastic boats in water.
The highlight was the dark tour. It was an exhibit you had to pay more for. Essentially you are made blind and have to interact with the world this way. The area is pitch dark, so you can’t see. You’re given white canes and then an actual blind person guides you through a park, a house, a street and finally to a café where you can buy drinks. I barely recognized the currency with light, so I had to let my uncle pay.
A late lunch of steak tartar. My cousin arrived again and we had dinner. Oh, and there was tea with wienerbrod. I am thoroughly stuffed.
I got to reminisce with my cousin about our grandfather. We have different memories of him. She could see him often, but not for long. Whereas I lived with him for a month, once a year. However, our common memory is that he was scary. But he was such a force of personality. I miss him.