Souvenirs

Before I settled down in Denmark, I was moving around quite often. Having my whole life in two suitcases, there wasn’t really that much space for material souvenirs but I have brought along something. From most of the countiries I have lived in, I have adapted bad habits (as I do exaggerate with everything) or suspicious mind.

France: After spending time in Versailles and Cannes, I just love champagne. I will use any opportunity to open a bottle, I will simply celebrate that the kids finally sleep on Tuesday night.

Italy: I love food and I blame my friend Enzo for this. He loved to take me to some of the best restaurants around Verona as he was greatly impressed of how much I could eat. He was used to girls that just order a salad and seeing me eating 10 courses and drinking a bottle of Barolo along, he was sold. Well, this was when I was 50 something kilos, today when I see him on our yearly visit to Italy, he always suggests that I just order a salad.

Cuba: Mojitos, Cohibas and Hasta Siempre. I guess I don’t need to say more.

Portugal: I suspect any Portuguese hetero guy to be gay. I suspect any Portuguese hetero guy to prefer threesomes. I suspect any Portuguese hetero guy to like big breasts.

Spain: I get carried away in casinos, but don’t have the luck of my twenties (I could ALWAYS win enough for a pair of new shoes).

USA: I love to turn on the light in the car and dance while driving in the dark. Thanks Brad (amongst other things).

Morocco: I keep insisting other people do everyhing I am too lazy to get involved with. I miss my maid Hafsa, also a good cook and wonderful Henna artist. I miss my Henna tattooed feet.

Greece: Every time I see a woman with moustache, I ask if they are Greek (and yes, they always slap me when they find out why I ask).