I feel like I'm getting to the age where the phrase "city break" is being thrown around a lot by everyone around me. The term sounds weirdly sophisticated. It's something all twenty-somethings just love to reference, in an attempt to sound like they've got their lives together (speaking completely from personal experience here). Last week my sister, my cousin and I decided to go on one of said city breaks, to Copenhagen, to visit some family we have out there. For this reason it wasn't my first time visiting the city, but it's been a few years since I last went, so the experience this time was totally different for me. Where my younger self loved the theme park, Tivoli and the tacky gift shops, my twenty year old self loved the culture, lifestyle, architecture, (and the tacky gift shops - some habits you just don't grow out of) that the city had to offer.

We stayed in Copenhagen for three nights, giving us just enough time to split equally between the city, and the relatives we have out there. Our first day in Copenhagen was spent getting our bearings, and taking more pictures than I think I've ever taken in a few hours. (cutting this blog post down to under twenty pictures was one of the most painful things I've ever done). It was overwhelming how many beautiful buildings and sights were packed together in this one city, and I was surprised that I didn't remember much of it from my first few times visiting. With one of my older cousins, Ali, and his wife, Tina, as our tour guides, we were given a whirlwind tour of Copenhagen's famous spots - the canal and the street of colourful houses which overlooks it, the Royal Palace, and my personal favourite, the statue of the little mermaid (which was almost impossible to photograph because a man and his child had got stuck trying to climb it at our time of visiting).

On day two, we once again ventured into the center of Copenhagen. Feeling like we'd exhausted the main sites the previous day, we explored some of the little boutique shops, gift stores and, obviously, the tacky tourist shops. Day three was spent at Ali's house, having a big bbq with the family. It was great to be able to spend some time with all of them. Living in a different country to your relatives is hard, but it makes the time you get to spend together that much more special. The weather was perfect for the occasion. The sun actually managed to stay out for our entire holiday, obviously until we landed back in England, where were greeted by thick black clouds and lightning, in true British style.

By our final day in Copenhagen, we felt as though we knew the city well enough to go out exploring on our own (oh, how wrong we were). After getting lost wandering for around two hours, we finally made it to the main square, where different street performers appear on different days. This is one thing I loved about Denmark. It never seems to stay still. You'll walk past one street performer, only to return half an hour later, and see a completely different one, showcasing a new talent. My personal favourite of the street performers were the people who used a bucket and string to send giant bubbles floating all over the square. It just made the whole place look kind of magical. On our final day, we found that instead of street performers in the square, someone had taken to the ground and written bright messages in chalk, in around a dozen different languages all over the floor. "Don't listen to him who does not listen to himself" was my personal favourite.

We wanted to squeeze as much into our last day as we could, so wandering around the square was followed by a boat tour on the canal, and a ride on the back of a bike through the streets of Copenhagen, both of which were great fun.

I'd definitely love to return to Copenhagen soon, the way of living out there was really special to me, and I especially loved how green of a city it is -  I don't think I've ever seen so many bikes in one place. All those twenty-somethings weren't lying when they said city breaks are a whole lot of fun.