« La vie est belle” followed by “La vita e bella” followed by “Life sucks !”

After two weeks in France and one week in Italy, the awful truth always hits me. For some reason God loves to show me for 3 weeks every year how my life could have been if I had made some smarter choices in my life. Instead of going through 3000 boring mails at work now, I could be sitting on the piazza Bra, drinking prosecco and waiting the second act of Carmen to start. Life sucks big time! If my darling Olivier hadn’t also sent me a mail (there were in total 3001 mails), I would probably have committed suicide by noon.

This is also the time of the year I wish I had a cow. After 3 weeks' absence the garden looks like a rainforest, the cow could have kept the grass and the bushes down. And the fridge being empty, the cow could have taken care of the milk for my morning coffee and the kids’ cereal.

The kids were delighted about the empty fridge though. Yesterday morning I asked them if they wanted ice cream or frozen peas for breakfast. They wanted to have frozen peas. Sure. Just as sure as I want be in Denmark right now.



(How could I exchange the endless summer nights here to this f.... boring life?????)