Pfingstenpause (an excuse to Vacation) Part VI

Wednesday
Nell Curtis and Paul Ekman, friends from Carlson, have been traveling around Europe for two weeks before beginning their internships back in Milwaukee, so we arranged to cross paths in Copenhagen. Arriving at our meeting point at 9:00 a.m. I wait without realizing the agreed upon meeting time was actually 9:30. For that ½ hour I was so nervous something changed or happened that I wouldn’t see them at all. We walked through the pedestrian street, tried following Paul’s poor sense of direction to a restaurant that we never found, but ended seeing Nyhaven (row of old, colorful houses and restaurants on the port), Guiness World Records Museum (that's the tallest man in history, left), some statues of trash in the Courthouse yard, and landed for lunch at the Hard Rock Café. Paul urged that lunch was “on him” until he realized from me how bad the exchange rate was…what a funny reaction.
After lunch we rush back to the train station so Nell and Paul can catch their connection to the airport and fly home to Wisconsin. And then I went out to find the “Use It” office (a tourist office for students) to use internet and resolve some SAFA and other matters. Next, why not find Ernst & Young? But I never would have realized that it was 40 minutes away by foot, close to nothing but a bad neighborhood where the only advantage that the receptionist could tell me was there were plenty of parking spaces. However, I checked it off my list and fortunately found a grocery store on the way back where I picked up cheap goods for the next few meals.
Next to take up some time I checked out a history museum and then took a long walk back to the hostel for another 3 hour nap. And to remain in the room. This night's roommates were the German and Japanese guy again plus this really weird, and fat Spaniard who sat only in his whitey-tighty’s on his bed staring at the others in the room. The worst was that his fat rolled over his underpants so that they were almost hidden. Only a momentary glance was enough to scar and scare one. He speaks poor English and poor German but finally covered himself with his blanket and went to sleep.

Now for the last day in Copenhagen,
Later Days,
Rick