You did. It is not like me to let you, not anymore at least. You had your good  years, but I had to calm you down. You silly me with the silly plans of taking over the world and having fun and such silly agendas.

We are older now… I am, no matter what you have to say. And we have to team up to make things work out if we don’t want to crash in the wall. We have to work hard, pay the bills, be there for Chéri, take care of Freja, keep a nice clean home…

• Yeah, yeah, yeah… That’s fine with me, but what about us? What about the good times, what about back then when you left me in charge of arranging things?

I remember, of course. A bag of good souvenirs and anecdotes to tell people when we get passed the stage of weather talk… But let me return the question, do you remember how we struggled back then, how hard I had to work to pay for all the “good ideas” you had? You didn’t seem to know the value of money, nothing was taken in account, but fun and living as if there would be no tomorrow… But tomorrows still keep coming, you know!

• I know… But you seem to forget that I behaved longer than you could have imagined I would be able, haven’t I?

Behaved? Are you kidding me? I had to lock you up in your room for years in order to put our life on track. You kept knocking on the door until you were too tired to move anymore… Behaving…

• It was a small room, I was used to having the world at hand! Of course it was a little frustrating at first. But I let you do your things after a while, didn’t I?

You won, what do you want more, excuses?? You won, I already got us the backpack, and you better be ready to share the carrying hours, because if you don’t, I’ll lock you up for good. I am not that young woman who used to sway her way around France anymore. At least, you got us a small country to wander through, I have to give you that. Good thing you didn’t get a fixation on the United States, going crazy about an endless roadtrip driving an old Volkswagen van all the way to California.

• California, I hadn’t thought about that… It could have been fun some 30 years ago or so… But you didn’t have your driver’s license back then, and then is gone anyway… No, I don’t see the need to go down to the States just now. Now I want to go to Denmark, don’t you?

You know I want… I got our plane tickets already, remember? With window seats, so you can watch the sunrise, solopgangen. I am trying to arrange things just perfect so we don’t have to worry when we get there, but at the same time have enough liberty to let you loose a little. I know you… You’re going to want to go horseback riding, and sightseeing, and take trains leading us to places we have never Googled!

• Of course I will! Where’s the fun in travelling if we don’t do that kind of stuff? I don’t even know why we are still discussing this… You’ve been learning their language for about 2 years, you’ve fed up people with a country they didn’t even really know before and you have even dragged me to Toronto to see a couple of those Danes… TORONTO for God’s sake! Even I had hated that city when we went the first time.

Oh, I think I hear Chéri waking up in the bedroom… Try to keep quiet. We can get back to this conversation later if you want. But you won, we are going. We just have to wait until may, so I can put aside enough money for your last minute “must try this”. I’ll sew a Canadian flag to our bag, so we don’t get mistaken for German girls, and I’ll teach you how to say “Vi er fra Montréal” in the meanwhile… Yeah, he is getting up. Don’t talk about the trip to him… It is already hard enough for him to think about spending 21 days alone, leave that to me, I have my ways, you would be too excited…

I gotta go, keep it down for now…  You won!