Sitting in the Copenhagen Airport

I am, I guess, in Europe, although the only difference between the Copenhagen airport and the Seattle airport were the Heineken cans in people's hands in the lobbies/lounges, and the immediate improvement in fashion. My Old Navy sweater has got nothing on these international girls. I passed by a Gucci store. A Versace store. Countless others. And there were actually people in them. Buying things. I feel so out of place. Already.