Copenhagen, I love you

Last semester, Katy introduced me to the movie Paris, je t'aime, which is a collection of 20 short stories about love in Paris. These include various couples, being present or former lovers, parents and children, and random acquaintances. In one of the clips, an American woman travels to Paris and falls in love with the city.
Today, I went to class in the morning and had a meeting afterwards, then I was headed back on the bus to my apartment. I was enjoying the relaxing bus ride back, and I had just pressed the stop button on the seat in front of me when I realized that I had never grabbed my keys when I left in the morning. While unpacking the day before from my weekend away, I had put my keychain on my desk and never remembered to put it in my bag. Not knowing what to do, I got off at my stop and walked over to the apartment door. After a few seconds I remembered that Signe's sister, two doors down from us, has a spare key. Unfortunately, this was further complicated by the fact that I somehow misplaced my cell phone this past weekend, presumably in the hotel. The phone had numbers for Signe, her sister Maja, and her brother who also has another spare key. I took my chances and pressed the button next to Maja's name at her apartment door, but there was no answer. I walked over to the bus stop and waited a few minutes for the next bus to take me to Radhusplads, the city square near DIS. Twenty minutes later, I was at DIS asking the housing department if they had a cell phone number for Signe. They only had her home number, which doesn't do much in the middle of her work day. After chatting with friends for a little while, I remembered that I could access my cell phone records online, so I studied my list of calls and made an educated guess as to what her number might be. I borrowed the housing department's phone and got right through to Signe, who was at work only a ten minute walk from DIS. I got directions and set off for Signe's workplace, Journalisten, and took a few wrong turns but eventually figured it out.
Signe gave me her keys and I left the building and stepped out on the Copenhagen cobblestone street. It was then, after a frustrating few hours had passed, that I stopped, took a deep breath, looked around and realized how incredibly beautiful the city was.
I am now starting to feel a connection with Copenhagen, even if it means simply recognizing a few words on an advertisement on the side of a bus, knowing the correct bus ettiquette, or a successful grocery shopping trip. I smiled like a fool on my way back to Radhusplads (which I can now pronounce) to take the bus home.
So, Copenhagen, I love you. I love the biting cold and all the clothing layers I need, the small park nearby where I go running, the various graffiti found throughout the city, the delectable roasted almonds for 25 kroner from the sidewalk stands, the convenience store where I get my hot cocoa/coffee in the morning, running to the bus stop, chatting with Signe after a long day, and so much more. This weekend I get to share the city with Eileen when she comes to visit for three days! I cannot wait. Two weeks later I get to show my parents around too! I am so fortunate :-).