Christmas used to be my favourite time of the year but I’ve felt my feelings on it change over the last couple of years as I’ve got older. I try not to be a miserable grinch, but from the minute the shops start playing Christmas songs after Halloween, I start grumbling.
So Husband and I made a decision this time last year – we’d treat ourselves and go away on holiday for Christmas 2015. My initial clicking around online led us to Florida as it would be lovely and warm, then Vegas popped up for a bit to tempt me, then we scaled it back to Malta before the flights all sold out, so almost in desperation we resorted back to our old favourite – Copenhagen.
We knew the metro was 24 hours, we knew there would be some restaurants open, and we knew the city, so Copenhagen turned out to be the perfect choice. We arrived on the 23rd December and the sun was setting as we checked into our hotel – the AC Hotel Bella Sky. It’s a few miles out of the city centre, but I have been desperate to stay there since I first saw it years ago. It’s a beautiful hotel.
We had a room on the 22nd floor right at the end at the front of the righthand tower. I was very excited by our floor to ceiling windows. Husband, with his fear of heights, was less excited. We didn’t have the “city view” but we didn’t mind – we could see the Øresund Sound which was good enough for us. We even got free breakfast which was a complete surprise. Yay for daily eggs!
We went straight into Kongens Nytorv (which I have finally learnt how to pronounce) and into Baresso for a Jul Latte and a couple of Kanelroses. This is our favourite coffee shop for people watching which always has seats available, and we reminisced over when I used to meet Husband here after work. We then wandered around Strøget for a while, popping into shops and peering at window displays.
It was lovely to be there with all the Christmas lights, but a tiny bit disappointing that there wasn’t any snow. They are experiencing crazy mild temperatures for December as well – it was only a couple of degrees colder than the UK. No matter. We also missed out on the Christmas markets – they were literally taking them down as we walked through the Kings Square. Hence the rather sad looking Father Christmas in the top photo.
Nyhavn looked beautiful as always though.