Last day for us
Today was pretty much reserved for packing. Kristen got all of our stuff together and sifted through all of the gifts. My parents had planned for us to go with them out to some family friends in Hanstholm (where we got the beer and fish for the party). We needed to return all of the beer crates and empty bottles, so built into that was a plan to have coffee at the family friends' house. Kristen opted out of this because she wanted to go through our stuff and finish packing so we could leave on time tomorrow (what a gal!). So, it was just Stephie, Henrry and I. Another long drive, but I asked my dad to take the wheel this time as I'd like to save my driving juices for our 11 hour ordeal tomorrow.
In Hanstholm, we had a typical Danish "coffee": a table of several types of cakes, dessert and pastry, along with coffee, hot chocolate and soft drinks. Good thing I ate a light lunch! First a plate of buttered rolls were passed around, then a pastry ring, then a thin cake with a crunchy coconut topping, then a strawberry trifle with whipped cream. I know, it sounds insanely excessive, but when you just take a little bit of each thing, you're fine.
After coffee, we went out to see their horses. Very friendly fellas. One of them was in for a surprise. When Stephie was petting it, her leg accidentally touched the electric fence. This completed the circuit and sent a shock out through her hand and onto the horses nose which she was petting. He whinnied and trotted off, never to come near the blonde girl with the pink shirt again!
Then we headed into "town" to see the harbor area (big fishing industry) and we also stopped to see the WWII bunkers here as well. There had been one of the largest cannons in the war installed up here to guard against Allied invasion from north of Denmark. An invasion that never came. The gun was test-fired once. The barrel split down the middle and the windows in the houses within a couple of miles shattered. This gun could supposedly fire shells all the way to Norway!
And then we headed home for dinner and more Olympics.
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