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The house shook all night. My nerves were high, my jet lag was high, and my fear was high. The next day started with an 8:30 am cup of coffee with Lars. Oh, I should mention that the sun did not rise until 9:30. Full of coffee and some Danish pastries, I was fired up for windsurfing. The house shook in the wind, and I took that as a good sign for the day.
