On the Metro

I do believe this is a Kalimba...

Today I met up with an old friend of mine for coffee. He's  half-American and half-Danish and have lived in New York for much of his life. I haven't seen him in a while, and he strolled in shining. He just got back from the South of France.
We caught up on each other's lives. He's going through a divorce--but seems light about it. "Are all marriages shitty, he asks.
"I honestly don't know." I answer, because I honestly don't.
"But they say that people who are married are happier." He argues...
"They say if you live in Denmark, you are happy..." And we laugh.
"Who in the world wrote that?" He asks, incredulously, "I swear," he continued, "It's only someone who is visiting Denmark, who would say such a thing. The happiest country in the world? Yeah right!"
"I'm ok being here as long as I can get out every once in a while. I was just in Madrid. It's wonderful. It's like the new Barcelona," he gushes, and he never gushes. "And I don't know a spec of Spanish, but you know what?"
"What?"
"All the artists started flocking to me, so that they could practice their English. I felt like such a star!" We both laugh. Yes, he is so right. Copenhagen is ok. You just got to be able to leave it, every couple of months.