Apparently I'm bad at making creative titles...

I've quickly developed a favorite hobby of seeing how long I can go before people realize I'm not Danish. I take a lot of pride in the fact that they talk to me in Danish at first, though I've been told this is because I've greeted them in their language (hi in Danish is just hi). I prefer to think that they recognize how European-chic I am dressed. So far I've gotten away with about 3 cashiers (I don't have to talk to them, they just talk to me and I smile and say thank you), but utterly failed with a bus driver.
 
Yesterday instead of class I had a field trip to Copenhagen's Medical Museum - it was really cool because in a really old building where they used to train surgeons (fun fact: surgeons were often highly trained barbers because both professions shared in common knife skills, and that's all that was needed). Below is a pretty picture of the setup of an old pharmacy at St. Fredrick's Hospital.

After class I decided to come home and get some homework done, but of course that idea lasted for about 10 minutes - I soon found myself en route to the biggest department store in Denmark with my roommate. It was unbelievable (pictures below!) and had everything from high fashion designers to a bakery with fresh produce.

Today I had a pretty normal day of class, though on the way home our bus ran into some major traffic issues because of a protest. It was a group of people from Christiania - an area right outside Copenhagen that was developed by squatters a few decades ago and now is just a ton of hippies living a very, shall we say, chill lifestyle. Though we obviously couldn't understand all of what they were protesting, we caught on pretty quickly after seeing their pot leaf flag and "free hash!" chants. I didn't want to seem toooo touristy and take pictures of them, but I have a rushed picture of it below.