honesty: it's not really that nice.
Sometimes I think the hardest part of dealing with Danishes is when they first meet you, find out you're from an approved foreign country (Canada seems to be rather well-looked upon, and being from Calgary is A-OK with pretty much everyone), and they set upon you with their innocent, naive, gleaming, patriotic eyes, and they ask you.... 'So... do you like it here?'
It's funny that they are all so eager that the other western/democratic peoples of the world give their country the thumbs up. I mean, what do you say to that question? I moved across the world to live here, so to some degree it would go against my pride to admit that it's not my favorite place in the world. And they give you those EYES, you know? That face that is like "if you say anything bad about my country I may just go and quietly drown myself."
Sometimes it works in your favor though. Today for example.
I lent out one of our extra bikes to a friend who was visiting, and she managed to break the key to the lock. I finally got around to going to the bike store today to see if they could fix it.
'Hi, I'm wondering if you could tell me if it's possible to get this key fixed?'
'Hmm, yes, that's possible. It's easier if we just take off the old lock and put a new one on though. It will cost around 350kr. But where are you from?'
'I'm from Canada.'
'Ahhh, long way from here! Where in Canada?'
'Oh the west. That's so nice, I used to mountain bike near Banff... just outside of Banff actually'
'Yes, in Canmore! Exactly! Wow! Imagine that. And I remember there was snow in July.'
'Yeah, that happens sometimes... But about the key...'
'Yes, it's funny. So how do you like it here?'
'Uhhhhhhh..... yeah... Well, it's not as cold as back home.'
'Great! Yes, that's true! I like Canada.'
'I.... like Denmark too... sort of.'
Hey, I'll fix your key for a discount. Half price.'