|Les afraid of sea snakes!|
|Jack at the Copenhagen Theater|
|The ticket office for C. Theater|
|Jim! See how often the trains come?! Better than London!|
I saw 6 or so of the same dancer doing penché, then others looking at her foot, and more with leg devant.
Soon I was famished and wanted to find the restaurant that Hollis said was her favorite in the world. As usual, we walked indirectly to it, but found the French Bistro and made a reservation for tomorrow, and devoured a little sandwich on hard Danish bread and fresh apple, ginger and raspberry juice. Time to go to the free ballet in yet another village. We stamped our transport tickets and went way out to Roskilde. It started sprinkling when we took our seats in the amphitheater. The ballet dancers were having class on stage. After a ½ hour sitting under our umbrellas, they announced that it was too wet to perform. We went home and had a Carlsberg beer on the second floor of the hostel. I probably shouldn’t have, since I have a sore throat developing… Oh, Les got me laughing—he had some really stinky socks, and when I came back from the bathroom, he started rubbing those skanky socks all over my bed and pillow. I was so disgusted and gave him that “look,” but he kept going and going! When I protested, he showed me that he was using a clean sock and I laughed for hours at his joke. I’m still laughing.