We met Annabelle for one last chocolate-croissant breakfast and gave her all our Danish money. I'm pretty sure that's at least a thousand dollars:
She went to class, and we found our way back to the airport:
The flight home was a breeze, but stepping outside the Dulles airport was like falling into an oven.
I'm sure that at least a few of these steps are from hiking through Dulles and around the long-term parking lot, but I'm counting them all as from Denmark:
111,397 steps for the week! If my poor feet could have taken it, I'm sure I could have walked another 111,000 and still not run out of cool things to see.
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