In December, we traveled 5, miles to save our relationship. What led to this point was six months of anger on both our parts , a sudden leaving on his part , and complete bewilderment and heartbreak on my part. What had led to that is another story. This was supposed to be a trip during which we reconnected, found each other again, tried one more time. I valiantly hoped that if I could just get him on the plane, get him to Copenhagen, we could fix things in this land of hygge.
I was hopeful as the trip began. The year was coming to a close, and I was ready to wash off the mistakes and hurt from the year and start with renewal and love. Copenhagen in late December was picturesque, the ideal place to cuddle up with a loved one and drink glogg.
Public transportation was easy, seemingly made for travelers wanting to get lost in themselves instead of the train system. Tivoli Gardens was delightful, and we were able to visit the original Mikkeller bar.
I loved the San Francisco version but loved the Copenhagen original even more. So many miles from home and all I could feel was the distance between us.
Surrounded by another language, all I could comprehend was the silence between us. I had my first Aquavit sour alone at the hotel bar and contemplated the fact that my best friend and partner of seven years had become a stranger.
