Back to the real world

 Other than the discarded Danish Pastry House box (which had mysteriously disappeared from the recycling container when I went to take a blip picture this morning), there was little to prove we had actually travelled almost 2,000 km in three days. I suppose we’ll wait for the Visa statement to believe it.
 
Today was a low-key day. Ottawacker Jr caught up on the schoolwork he had missed; I tried – and failed – to be productive; and Mrs Ottawacker pointedly never mentioned the events of the previous day.
 
It was good to be home. Vagn is still hanging in there.