My Danish experience was something else. I did not know what I was expecting as I boarded the plane, but I knew that I was excited for whatever it was. It was my sophomore year of high school and I, along with 24 other students, got to experience a European country for two weeks during the summer of 2016. The first few days we were there, we toured the city of Copenhagen and marveled at the beauty of European architecture. The sun didn't set there until 10:00 p.m., so we were out pretty late. I may or may not have fallen asleep at a restaurant (this was after an eight-hour flight and a few layovers, mind you).

The next day, as we explored the city, we stumbled upon a vintage amusement park called Tivoli Gardens. One of my friends who went on the trip with me had an extreme fear of roller coasters, but she rode her first spinning ride there and actually enjoyed it. I was so proud of her. We also rode some bumper cars and played a few carnival games. She would not, however, accompany me on one of those drop rides that make you feel like your stomach is flying out of your mouth. I don't blame her, but while waiting in line for that ride, I caught a glimpse of a Danish Harry Styles (basically a blonde, straight-haired Dane who happened to slightly resemble the mega star). In other words, he was hot. My friend has since gotten over her fear of roller coasters, and I can't help but think that a reason for that is so she wouldn't miss out on catching a glimpse of a "Danish Harry Styles" in the future. Tivoli was an enchanting little park. I wanted to spend all day there.