We decided that calling Jan from a gas station would be a good idea and pulled in and contacted Jan by his cell phone. When he said he would be right here quickly he wasn't joking.  While I waited with Stacy and Brian, Brian teased me... asking if I was certain I'd know him.  Well much the same as I knew Brian... by a single photo.  The thing that the photo didn't tell me was his height.  As Jan walked towards us smiling I was definitely surprised.  But it was a good surprise and in a few seconds my second surprise as Jens was there as well as our friend/cabbie for the day.  Leaving our car parked we started on a tornado style trip thru Arhus.  I was turning my head every which way but loose trying to see it all.  They laughed at me a lot as I was so American even when we went to a steak house for lunch and I cut my meat to eat had gave them cause to giggle at me.  But with the right amount of tutoring soon I was eating almost in style. 

Visiting the deeper inner city we saw many old building this one was a theater with a colorful mosaic on the upper front above the columns.  The stripe tent in the plaza area housed an American Jazz Festival.  It seems that not only do many of the Danes speak perfect English, even much of our slang, but they also appreciate American music.  The sidewalks were streets that people shared with taxis in many places.  This was different and took a bit getting used to.  I constantly was looking over my shoulder worried that a car would come zooming up from behind.  Everyone had such control that it seemed I was the only one worried... seemed I needed to relax a bit.

I caught some of the guards off guard though something I would not have had the courage to do had I been totally sober.  We returned to the  car and I relaxed as the places and names became a blur of information as I tried to take everything in.  Catching bits and pieces of it as we stopped at the ferry to check departure times as Copenhagen was on the tour list for the next day.

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