Those are for you

After a longer than necessary over-night train ride (due to missing my stop and having to reroute) I arrived in Copenhagen very early Saturday morning. Since I couldn't check into my AirBnB until later in the afternoon I checked my luggage at the station and headed to the public baths. I spent three beautiful hours swimming and sweating and hot tubbing. I felt strong and clean and relaxed until I emerged from the baths back into the real world where those feelings were replaced with hunger, wooziness, and exhaustion.

With these humors to aid me I began the process of navigating my stupidly large piece of luggage (don't forget, I am moving) around the public transit. I surveyed many kind Danes and was assured numerous times that I could buy my ticket on the bus and no, I did not need exact change. 

Here comes the bus. The bus driver speaks english, just like everyone else. It goes like this:

Me: Hello. You speak english?
BD: Yes.
Me: I'm going 4 stops. Do I give you money?
BD: Yes.
Me: I don't know how much it is. Do you want this? (I show him some paper money)
BD: Do you have any coins?
Me: (with excitement) I do! I have these! (I show him two large, round golden coins that look very ancient).
BD: I will take those.
Me: Oh good. Is this enough? I have more.
BD: Just these. (He hands me 3 very cute silver tokens with holes in them. They look like tiny smashed silver bagels.)
Me: What are these?
BD: These are for you.
Me: Do I give them back to you when I get off? (I assume this must be my proof of payment.)
BD: No.

Now, obviously I don't understand what's happening here, but I've been holding up the bus long enough and this guy is the bus driver. He's a professional. I trust him. I squeeze my huge suitcase down the aisle where two elderly woman start telling me emphatically in English. "You must go back.  You must go back." One of them offers to hold my bag for me. This is how important it is that I go back. I go back. "Press the button. You have to press it." I can't find the button. My hands are touching all sorts of things. None of them are buttons. I keep showing them my tokens and saying "What are these?" and they say "Those are for you." And I think, gee, I mean it would be nice to have a ticket but these cute Danish tokens that were made just for me and so generously given me by the bus driver are also pretty swell. 

Now there is a woman and her son helping me also. "You need your ticket." I hold up my 3 tokens again. "But what are these?" I'm just saying the same thing over and over. And as she begins to say "Those are for you" I finally realize and exclaim with more pride that I should have "Oh! It's money!"

The 3 silver tokens are the change I receive for my large gold coins. It took me an embarrassing and hilarious amount of time to learn this. The bus driver did not give me my ticket because the printer was broken. By the time he had it fixed I was already getting off so it didn't matter.

I would tell you more about Stockholm and about how I have a job and apartment in Berlin already, just no work visa. But this letter is supposed to be tiny. So I tell it another time.

Bye Friends,