|The bar in the Steak House|
We went down to breakfast. The cafe looks out over the plaza where the railway station is located and people where going off to work. By their dress I could tell that the weather was miserable. It was overcast, which is pretty normal for Denmark, but the hats pulled down over their ears, long scarves hanging down their backs or rolled in big blogs around their necks and boots with fur lining showed me that it was not a day when I would wander around old town to take photos.
The breakfast consisted of three kinds of yogurt, four different types of cereal, thick Danish bread, rolls with poppy seeds, the funny cheese that the Norwegians love, which always looks a little weird to me. It's a brown cheese called myse ost, which is made of goats milk, and has a very unusual taste. I'm sure it is like peanut butter or Marmite (bone marrow spread on bread in England) that you learn to love as a child. There was of course two cheeses which looked normal to me though I didn't know their names, certainly some unpronounceable danish name, scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon and soft boiled eggs. Naturally there is a good assortment of danish pastry, and fresh and dried fruit. Dick is able to eat a bowl of cereal with yogurt and fruit, a bacon sandwich, and a big piece of pastry without gaining weight, which I no longer can. So I had two tablespoons of yogurt mixed with dry fruit, a boiled egg and a roll with poppy seeds. Now, there is cappuccino, latte and regular strong coffee all over Europe and I always have a cappuccino. I always take an apple or orange for my second breakfast at 10.
I went back to the room and decided to sleep another hour, but found there was a program I liked on TV, NCIS, which I hadn't seen before. So I watched it, took a shower and dressed, half packed and sat down to write my blog. When I was almost finished, the telephone rang and a voice said: "You have ten minutes to clear the room." Whoops, noon had come faster than anticipated. I threw everything in my bag and by the time I closed and zipped it up, the cleaning lady was standing at my door.
I read the Razor's Edge by Somerset Maugham while waiting for Dick and realized that he would have lunch so I ordered a hamburger. But I was surprised because they gave me mayonnaise on the side, which was so bland, you might as well have eaten raw egg whites. When Dick arrived, I still hadn't received my food, so he drank coffee and complained, which calls just giving me the data I need, that it would start raining soon, and we should go as soon as possible. After an hour, we left and yippee it had started raining. So, we would like to rush, but I can't, so even going the short distance my coat was dripping and my hat was ready to wring out. We needed to be on the train for an hour, so I continued reading my book.
Kjeld met us in Horsens and carried my bag to the car. He is very kind that way. He also took one of Dick's bags. And in an hour we arrived at their home in Soevind where Jette was waiting with coffee and short bread.