Trains, Castles and Foooootball

Im actually taking the plane to Amsterdam next week instead of the train, as its cheaper and faster. I have taken a few train trips thus far, and even took a little one today. I saw the castle from Shakesperes Hamlet up the Danish coast an hour to a town called Helsingør. Pretty cool spot, complete with a moat, and a maze of subterranean dank underworld. Helsingør is a quaint little Danish town to boot.

Then I watched the Danish National team beat Sweden 1-0 in a world cup qualifying match. Granted, I watched it on TV with some friends, even though it was here, but nonetheless it was pretty freaking neat. You could feel the town buzz when midfielder Jakob Paulson lasered the only goal past a Rudy Fernandez look-a-like Swedish keeper. Sweden has a forward who was flat out amazing, but even with his magic, Sweden couldn't find the net, and the home team prevailed. After the game I pedaled around town with a beer from a kiosk watching all the elated fans drink and smile while singing their way down the Copenhagen Streets. Now Im home by 11:30 and ready for bed. Good day!