A snowy championship weekend

If you know me or you follow this blog, you've probably realized that pole dancing is not just restricted to night clubs, but it also a sport. And, where first comes sport, next comes championships. And that's what happened in Denmark (and not for the first time) this past weekend.

My friends and I ventured down to what the Jutlanders call "Sweden" (a proper Danish insult), and what the rest of us would call Denmark's capital city. And, from our front row vantage point, the competition was way more exciting than YouTube. Still, it's worth a share. The highlight of the night was the guy who literally backflipped off the pole. None of us had ever seen anything like it.

Bjarke Hellden Pole DM 2015

And of course, our own lovely instructor put on quite the performance too! Another girl in our studio took second overall. It's worth checking out if you've never seen a pole choreography before.

By the time the excitement was over, we emerged from the theater to discover that the light dusting that had begun outside had sped past "charming": there would be no getting home that night.

Snowed in at the Danish pole championships

But a snowed in camp-out in Copenhagen with your pole girls isn't the worst way to spend a Saturday night. And after all that fun, I got to come home to this guy discovering the cold white stuff.

An extra weekend highlight: Mars learned about snow.

Another Copenhagen Chi Connection

Chi Connection: what we sorority girls call it when Alpha Chi's got together, preferably somewhere faraway and exciting, and certainly outside of the confines of campus life.

Another AXO reunion in Copenhagen!

It's been a few years since I've left my dear old alma mater, but it hasn't stopped the most welcome visits to my corner of the world from some of my lovely sisters. Back in August, I was thrilled to cross paths with Amy when her Euro-travels and my summer training course brought us both to Copenhagen. This time, in our first reunion since we'd both been French residents, I finally had a chance to catch up with Minh!

Nyhavn in November: we won't be seeing much sun in these parts until next spring

Our weekend together was standard Copenhagen: wandering along the canals, through the park-like Assistens Cemetery, around the 17th century military fortress Kastellet, past the Rosenborg Castle, and of course down to Mikkeller & Friends for some Danish craft beer. There was good food, great company, and wonderfully delicious Danish cuisine. We even discovered that the Danes serve their take on mulled wine, gløgg, complete with sliced almonds and raisins that puff up plump with spiced wine. Another check in the plus column for Danish cuisine and for tourism in their capital city.

Gløgg: Danish mulled wine. At Cafe Gavlen. Delicious.

Country #35: Sweden

In September, I got to counting and realized I'd visited 34 countries to date. Not bad for someone who's done it all on a student budget. It only took a small leap to decide that 40 would be my next big goal. And why not add a deadline? 40 by 30, specifically my 30th birthday, coming in March 2017. From there, the next step was to find the easy targets. And from Denmark, it doesn't get more obvious than Sweden. My first opportunity arose on the return from Brighton. We had 7 hours to kill in Copenhagen, and with Malmö just across the Öresund Bridge, 20 minutes by train from the Copenhagen airport, hitting country #35 was smooth sailing.

Malmö is Sweden's third largest city, with a population about the same size as Aarhus (~300,000). The region has been inhabited for thousands of years, and was in the heart of viking territory. It began to build up as a city in the late 1200's, first under Danish rule. It only became part of Sweden in 1658. Malmö boasts to have the highest number of restaurants per capita in Sweden, and to be a city of parks. I think that sums up about how exciting the city is. That said, Malmö isn't without its charm.

Just a few of the charming sites that caught my eye while wandering through Old Malmö.

We spent most of our day around Old Malmö.

Rådhuset, or Town Hall in Malmö

We walked from the train station over to town hall, whose façade dates to the 1860's.

Lilla Torg, a square in Malmö lined with half-timber buildings from the 1600's and 1700's.

Walking through Lilla Torg, a square filled with half-timbered buildings from the 17th and 18th centuries, we found our destination: Smör & Bröd, a casual restaurant specializing in open-faces sandwiches, typical Swedish (or Danish, for that matter) fare.

A proper Swedish lunch

After eating to our fill, we wandered through Kungsparken (the King's Park) and Slottsparken (the Castle Park, which is overlooked by a castle).

A few highlights from our tour through the King's Park and the Castle Park

Having checked Malmö's nature off the list, we bee-lined for some place a little warmer: Café Hollandia, Malmö's oldest (and perhaps most charming) pastry shop. With its charming, classical and old fashioned décor, you might place Hollandia in the heart of Paris before the land of Ikea. Hardly minimalist for anyone's standards but the most die-hard French romantic. Still, enjoying some of Sweden's finest sweets with an air of my former home wasn't anything you'd find me complaining about!

Café Hollandia: a good decision for a visitor to Malmö

With only time for a power tour of the city, we can hardly have seen everything, but we saw enough to realize what a small world this really is. So I'll leave you as with left Malmö, with this ad we spotted in the train station.

Yes, Pumpkin Spice Lattes are a thing even in Sweden.

A city of street art, pubs, and royal folly

A thoroughly sleep-deprived brain-overload week: just one way to describe my first of what I hope to be many—or at least a handful—of international scientific conferences, the European Retina Meeting in Brighton, an English seaside town. Concepts and complex scientific vocabulary kept flying at me from left and right: "mosaicism," mysterious number classification systems, "patterns of stratification," "cross-species inconsistencies in biomarkers," ... after a while, I felt like all the graphs, novel terminology, and microscopic images of fluorescent neurons were simmering inside my skull in some sort of brew that had supplanted my brain. I am pretty sure I eventually got something out of it, but my first time swimming in the deep end with the retina researchers was an exercise in keeping my head above water.

Looking across the seafront while poking my head out from the Brighton conference center that hosted this year's European Retina Meeting, where I did my best to keep my head above water.

Luckily, I got a gentle mental warm-up each day along my morning walk. I awoke in our creatively, thoughtfully, and very uniquely decorated Airbnb home nestled in a leafy residential part of town, on the opposite end of Brighton from the waterfront conference center.

We found ourselves a cozy and cleverly decorated home with lovely hosts in a charming residential neighborhood for our stay in Brighton.

From our Airbnb home, my Google Maps app directed me to the conference center along a trail of street art that couldn't have been better mapped if that had been the express purpose of the route I'd requested.

An assortment of murals I passed on my morning walk to the conference center

It turns out that Brighton is a surprisingly lively, young, and vibrant town.

And I also had lunch breaks to look forward to. My new boss is Japanese and, wherever he goes, you can count of him to scout out the best local Japanese joints. It turns out Brighton's Preston Street is the place to go. We tested Japanese barbecue, ramen, and of course, my favorite, sushi. In fact, the Sushi Garden on Preston Street was some of the most fresh and flavorful sushi I've had in quite a while.

As part of the conference, we were even treated to a dinner at Brighton's aquarium, which was a surprisingly fancy and old-fashioned place built in 1872. The meal was hosted underground, in a vaulted hall which happens to be Europe's largest underwater fish observation tunnel.

The Brighton Aquarium: a surprisingly old-fashioned setting for dining under-the-sea.

Finally, after surviving a half week of heavy-duty science, on Saturday afternoon I was freed to enjoy a weekend in a charming English town with Nicolas. We kicked things off in the fantastic Food for Friends restaurant, a modern and creative take on vegetarian cuisine which has plenty to tempt even your standard carnivore. We could hardly resist each splurging for the three-course meal: First, smoked ricotta and parmesan gnudi dumplings and crunchy Thai salad. Next, piquillo peppers and open ravioli of roasted butternut squash, beetroot, walnuts, and wilted spinach. And finally, a saffron crème brulée and coconut and black sesame arancini. My mouth is watering just thinking of it.

A three-course lunch at Brighton's Food For Friends. Original vegetarian cuisine. Highly recommended.

That evening, Nicolas's French pride was satiated when he got to enjoy watching England get kicked out of the Rugby World Cup with its loss to Australia, all over pints of beer while surrounded by some impassioned (and not terribly thrilled) fans in an English pub.

The following day was reserved for what is arguably Brighton's single largest attraction: the Royal Pavillion. From the outside, this place looks like it could very well have been plucked from DisneyWorld's Epcot, a romanticized and Westernized interpretation of Middle Eastern/Indian/Arabic architecture.

Brighton's Royal Pavillion

The palace as we see it today was designed by John Nash for King George IV, who was known for his frivolity, love of fashion, womanizing, drinking, and gambling. After George IV, William IV also enjoyed the residence while living a more moderate lifestyle. Finally, it was passed on to Queen Victoria, who decided as she had more children that the palace simply didn't offer enough space or privacy. (I mean, just look at that shack.) So she sold it off to the town of Brighton in 1850. The inside is a surreal blend of the Orient as seen through a Western lens, complete with murals, light fixtures, vases, and chandeliers boasting dragons, lotuses, and other vaguely Asian designs. Sadly, photography is prohibited inside. And so I've only got this one shot. ;)

An illicit photo from the inside of the Royal Pavillion

Overall, Brighton was really charming, lively, and a lot nicer than we'd anticipated. Nicolas's biggest complaint was the lack of rain: it is hardly proper for a Frenchman to return from his trip to England without anything to complain about. (Luckily for him, his wishes were granted on our Monday morning ride to the airport.)

Hoops!

My new studio offers a wide range of classes beyond just pole dancing. It's been a great opportunity to twist, turn, and test my fear of falling. After a few months of learning the ropes, I'm pleased to share some images of the exciting new challenge that is hoop class. :)

Hoops!

Official business in Copenhagen

It seems my new lab will involve the occasional business trip, to which you could say I'm not entirely opposed. ;) This past week, I enjoyed my first professional travels as a post-doc: a trip to Copenhagen for my Danish animal experimentation certification course at the university. While it involved a lot of studying and even a proper classroom-based written exam (something I thought I'd put behind me years ago), the time in the capital wasn't entirely tedious.

Art spotted on Copenhagen U campus. Top right is a real special piece. Taxpayer money at work.

By chance, the trip coincided with the separate travels of two of my friends, Amy and Ally, who made the weekend a lot more fun.

Group shot at Nyhavn! We all managed to cross paths over the weekend in Copenhagen.

We checked off a few of the requisite tourist stops, from the underwhelming Little Mermaid of Langelinje Pier to the military-occupied Citadel to the Botanical Gardens where we found a wandering barefoot flutist to the hippy commune Christianshavn to the Assistens Cemetery-- as surprisingly cheery and family-friendly picnickers' paradise.

Hitting up the tourist sites across Copenhagen under perfect blue skies. Is this really Denmark??

Copenhagen's charm doesn't come so much from its must-see tourist attraction as from the spirit of the city, which you'll find in the impromptu concerts in the park, in the random weekend attractions like Cardboard City, where everything down to the participants clothes and the water in which they swam was of the aforementioned material. You'll see Copenhagen best by admiring the zany outfits you may spot on public transport as well as the total lack of reaction they garner from the locals. Go to a bar and enjoy a craft brew. Sample the Mexican food from the street trucks, the new Vietnamese restaurant, the small Italian take-out joints, and the charmingly decorated cafés. (Who knew a Nordic city could be so diverse?)

What makes Copenhagen so great may just be its perfect blend of Danish hyggelig*, cosmopolitan energy, and international flare. Or not. Luckily, this was just our first real chance to get to know the city. And it certainly won't be our last, now that we've planted ourselves in Denmark for the next few years.

Craft beer bars with accompanying Mexican food trucks, full grown (apparently sober) men walking the streets in hot dog, hamburger, and flamingo hats, hyggelig cafés, and wise-crack chalkboards outside stores. All in a typical Copenhagen afternoon.

*Hyggelig is an atmosphere or mood which the Danes strive to achieve, and in which they take great pride. The Urban Dictionary translates the concept as "cozy, homy, delightfully intimate, a genial moment or thing, often at home with candle lights and warm blankets."

Or maybe it's the fact that a random Elvis impersonator just might show up at the train station at a moment's notice that gives Copenhagen its certain charm.

We always knew he was a smart cat...

Turns out that kitty painting higher up on the shelf was prophetic.