Bramming is NOT the cute Danish name for Bremen.

In the story of the four roving musicians, the animals never actually never make it to Bremen. Turns out, there are a lot of cities they didn't get to. Exotic danish locales like Kolding and Bramming have been left entirely untainted by their presence. However, Julie and I wanted to go to THE town that they wanted to go to - BREMEN - so when Julie and I realized that our tickets said "Bramming," and that we were awfully close to our supposed destination yet had not crossed the Danish-German border, we realized something was very wrong. Long story short, we got off the train at Kolding, not more than TWO MINUTES before the tourist information office closed, got tickets to the city in Germany, and waited an hour and a half in small town Denmark. It was mildly terrifying, but now Germany feels positively comfortable, with signs that I understand and a language I can kind of listen to.

I swear, I have never wanted to get out of a country more than I wanted to get out of Denmark last night.

I miss Copenhagen though. It feels like a completely different trip now, and less like the brief vacation with friends that Copenhagen was. Now, there's no one to show us around, and no crowd of people headed to the bar and the ice rink. The feeling at the apartment in Copenhagen was very sad, as some of the French students were also leaving Tuesday and people had made very strong connections over the past twelve weeks.

But now Julie and I are in Bremen, and today we take a train to Bramsch and then a taxi to Malgarten to our 11th century monastery! Trust me, travelling around Germany is a lot easier when you specify the country first!