While Copenhagen is a thriving metropolis, when you venture out into the Danish countryside, you find yourself saying "cute" more than you know you should. When I'm traveling in Denmark, I have a running joke with my friends that I can't stop remarking about how "everything's so…Danish."
Denmark is, simply, cute. Many travelers find that Danish society itself is the focus of their "sightseeing." Poll after poll lists the Danes as some of the most contented and happiest people on the planet. It occurred to me on my last visit that, after a week of travel, I never heard a local person raise their voice.
The local Disneyland — Legoland — is a wildly popular place featuring more than 58 million Lego bricks built into famous landmarks from around the world. (They claim if you lined them all up, the bricks would stretch from here to Italy.) The place is crawling with adorably cute, ice-cream-licking, fair-haired children. Kids are holding their mothers' hands, learning about the Lego buildings, or smiling contentedly as they whip around on the carousel.
In the middle of the countryside roads are lined with perfectly smooth bike lanes — one for each direction. Even out here, there are more bikes than cars. No one's uptight. If we get into a little traffic jam, everyone takes it in stride.
I've been wondering how the Danes pull it off. I think their success relates to handling the "free rider" problem through their social contract. Danes seem to keep in mind the consequences of free riders. (Basically: If I do it, I can get away with it, sure — but if everyone does it, the system will collapse.) They consider what would happen to their society if everyone cheated on this, sued someone for that, took advantage of that technicality, freeloaded here, or ignored a rule there.
Europeans trade off "individual-ism" for "social-ism." The Danes seem to take it to an extreme. To be honest, I don't know how well I'd fit in here. But I am intrigued. Danes are famous for not jaywalking. At midnight they still stop for a red light even if there's no traffic. When I jaywalk anywhere, I do so thinking people will appreciate my lead and follow me. When I jaywalk in Denmark, Danes look at me like I'm a bad influence on the children present.
People laugh politely when I ask if they speak English, responding, "Of course I do." Conversation flows easy. Here are a few comments I've heard:
"In Denmark you have to work quite hard to find a crack to fall through. A few people with alcohol problems manage to be homeless. Yes, we are the most contented people."
"We pay on average 50 percent taxes — yes, worker or big shot, we pay about 50 percent. Of course, we get lots for that. We've had national health care since the 1930s. We know nothing else. If I don't like the shape of my nose, I pay to fix that. But all else is taken care of."
"All education is free. And university students get a monthly supplement for living expenses for up to six years. When there is a student demonstration, it's generally for more pocket money."
"We Danes believe a family's economic status should have nothing to do with the quality of the health care or the education their children receive. For health care you pay triple per per person in the US, out of pocket, what we pay per person from our taxes. Your system may be better for business…but not better for service."
In Denmark, things are so costly that it seems people consume more sparingly. The society is designed in a way that encourages people to use less, chew slower, and just sip things. A glass of beer at a restaurant can cost $10. A cup of coffee costs $6 — and free refills are unheard of. I think Danes know they could make more money if they embraced the "big gulp" track and started super-sizing things. But the collective decision is not based just on what's good for the economy. A Costo economy is just not Danish.
When I saw a tombstone store with Tak for alt ("thanks for everything") pre-carved into the stones, I figured it was a message from the dead person after living a very blessed life in Denmark. But I asked a Dane and learned that it means something else: It's a message from the living bidding their loved one farewell (like "rest in peace"). Still, I think when a Dane dies, they — more than their loved ones — should say "tak for alt."