I know that most people I know, my family especially, think that I have no concept of money. It's not true at all. Yes, I have a bit of a shopping problem but I know that and try to temper the issue. Urban Outfitters is a weakness, and I come home from trips with far too many souvenirs to count. I accept the shitty exchange rate between the British pound and the Euro with a shrug because, hey, what can you do?
I hit my breaking point in Denmark. There's no reason on Earth that the dollar should be so terrible against another currency, or that prices should be so high. My favorites from my 2.5 days in Copenhagen:
$20 for a 24-hour transportation pass
$8 for a coffee
$19 for a movie ticket
$20 for a book
$14 for falafel/soda
$4 for a water
$40 for dinner that wasn't McDonald's
$4 for a 7-11 slurpee (justifiable)
$65-80 for an emergency pair of jeans at Urban Outfitters
I've never had such a miserable time in a beautiful city, but because of this, I have no desire to ever return to Denmark. I couldn't even make it to Norway because of this. The Starbucks barista said that either her location or the Moscow one was the most expensive in the world. Every cashier who empathized with me only said "if you think this is bad, don't go to Norway." I was supposed to head to Oslo last night. COOL.
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