First off, my apologies for not finishing off my Copenhagen story. I'm pretty sure my last entry in the series was going to be about our last day, which we spent in the autonomous borough called Christiania. I'm fairly sure...but not 100% since it's been a few months. I'm also pretty sure it was going to be a story about weed, because that's what the place is known for. Pusher Street and the rows upon rows of makeshift stands and tents selling weed and hash. And then a guy who told us that Danish jail was awesome and how he and his friends took turns getting busted during raids so that they could go to jail. So just imagine that I just told you that story. Or meet up with me at some later date and I try to recall it in a more eloquent fashion. Right now though, I'll try to summarize 2011. Gotta wrap it up, tie on a bow and put it in the archives. It's been a strange year. I don't know if I always say that; I haven't gone back through my entries to ch