Whoh! I must have dropped my jacket exiting the airport. I failed to keep to my system of “only one place for each item” and the jacket slipped from a temporary place of tucked into a shoulder strap.

The good news. Passport control was a smile and a stamp. Customs was non-existent. There were Chris and his son Felix waiting. Chris’s comment on customs, “Welcome to our civilized country.” Parking was less than 100 paces out the door.

Drive home in a borrowed car (with gas at $11.00 per gallon, nobody drives and fewer have cars.)
Modern European dwelling over retail. 1st floor (ie 1st above ground floor.) Get settled in and reorganize my big bag. Gifts to the family and a welcoming Carlsberg.

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