“- A pity not to have heard the other, less primitive music of the fat brown bird who sings above the broken gasoline pump in a bamboo church of Jesuit baroque: three towers, five silver crosses.”
-Elizabeth Bishop, https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-of-travel/
Today, I got to stand next to a statue of the tallest man in the world. I wonder how he might look next to the smallest man in the world. The range in the size of humans is truly extraordinary.
N and I walked around town again, and got more Fødeboller (a word I am finally beginning to pronounce correctly!) We walked to a beautiful park with a large castle behind us called Rosenburg Castle, and as we sat down to eat lunch, we noticed that two lady bugs were having sex on Nikole’s salad. It was actually a really interesting process.
Next, I met up with E, a Danish voice teacher who taught me in Florence two years ago at a master class I attended there. She has beautiful red hair and the most gorgeous voice. It was one of the first times I had sung for a few weeks, so I was really nervous, but E calmed me down and helped me get back into it. We sang through some Strauss, Poulenc, and Mozart, and we began Mozart’s aria “Batti Batti,” which I love. It was so invigorating to finally sing again. When I take long breaks, I sometimes forget how great it feels to focus my mind and body toward my favorite form of art.
After my voice lesson, N and I walked along the beach. The water in Copenhagen is so blue, as it is in most other places (but sadly not New Jersey). Then we got Indian food and drove a few neighborhoods over to help N's friend Astrid move all her belonging to her new home with her boyfriend.
Afterwards, instead of going out like we had planned to, N and I were exhausted from moving stuff and decided to spend the night in. I video-chatted friends from home and got to sleep early so that I could wake up for my train to Norway in the morning.