January 27, 2025
A City of Color, Calm & Coffee – My Solo Trip in Copenhagen
I arrived in Copenhagen by train — a quiet, scenic ride from Stockholm, just me, my playlist, and a carry-on I always pack too tightly.
The walk to my hotel was peaceful. I checked into the Radisson Blu Scandinavia Hotel, dropped my bags, and opened the curtains to a view that made me pause. Rooftops, water, skyline — the city looked still and soft. The perfect welcome.
Before heading out, I opened my laptop and took a few client calls — part of this rhythm I’ve built: work, travel, wander. It grounds me. Then I closed my laptop, slipped on my jacket, and stepped out into the city.
The walk to my hotel was peaceful. I checked into the Radisson Blu Scandinavia Hotel, dropped my bags, and opened the curtains to a view that made me pause. Rooftops, water, skyline — the city looked still and soft. The perfect welcome.
Before heading out, I opened my laptop and took a few client calls — part of this rhythm I’ve built: work, travel, wander. It grounds me. Then I closed my laptop, slipped on my jacket, and stepped out into the city.
Riding through the streets like a local
Copenhagen is a bicycle city. You feel it right away — calm streets, perfect paths, and locals gliding by like it’s the only way to move. So I rented an e-bike and joined them.
I rode through wide boulevards and narrow, beautiful streets.
I didn’t know where I was going. But I didn’t need to.
I stopped for lunch at Aamanns 1921, a stunning modern spot with traditional Danish smørrebrød — each one like a little piece of art. I ordered two, sat by the window, and just breathed in the moment.
A palace, a statue & a small pause at the opera
After lunch, I rode toward the heart of the city.I passed by Amalienborg Palace, watched the guards switch in silence, and continued on to see The Little Mermaid.
She’s small — but sweet, and I’m glad I saw her.
Then I stopped by The Royal Danish Opera House. I stalled my bike, found a bench nearby, and just… watched.
People walked by in slow motion. Locals on their lunch breaks. Couples holding hands. Me, in my thoughts — thinking about how lucky I am to build a life where this is possible.
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Colorful houses & a sweet encounter
Of course, I had to stop at Nyhavn—the famous harbor with the pastel-colored houses that look like a postcard. I stayed a while. Took a few photos. Just felt it.Dinner was at Cap Horn, a cozy restaurant right in the heart of Nyhavn, known for its organic and seasonal Danish cuisine. The warm glow, the simple dish that tasted better than it needed to—the kind of meal that makes you want to text someone, even if you’re not sure who.
And then something lovely happened: I met a couple from India, now living in Oslo. We talked about travel, about the places we’d been and the ones we still want to see. I gave them my Amsterdam tips; they gave me Oslo ones.
These moments—the ones you don’t plan—are always the ones I keep.
The next day: quiet rituals & a soft goodbye
The next morning, I enjoyed breakfast at the hotel, hit the gym, and logged in for a few hours of work. It felt grounding, to be honest. I like when my life flows like this—part travel, part structure, always mine.Then, one more walk through the city. One more coffee. A few more hours of slow wandering before packing my bag again.
Copenhagen held me gently.
It didn’t shout. It didn’t demand.
It just let me be—and that’s what I needed.
If you ever go solo…
Here’s what I’d tell you:
Rent the bike—always.
Don’t skip the pastries (obviously).
Let your plans change.
Talk to strangers.
Sit at the harbor for longer than makes sense.
Go slow.
Rent the bike—always.
Don’t skip the pastries (obviously).
Let your plans change.
Talk to strangers.
Sit at the harbor for longer than makes sense.
Go slow.
I made you something.
A little solo guide to Copenhagen—with the spots I loved, the smørrebrød I still think about, and the playlist I played on repeat as I biked through the city.→ Download My Copenhagen Solo Guide + Playlist → Follow along on Instagram for soft city stories: @mytravelgids
Copenhagen gave me quiet joy.
A few days of peace. And a reminder that being alone doesn’t mean being lonely — sometimes, it means finding space to feel everything more clearly.
Next chapter: soon.
Love, Vanessa