Our summer with six in Sweden, which we hoped for before the third chemo and following the scans, was taken away from us. Despite everything, I searched for hours for a cozy house with little fuss. Not too far, but at least France. Seven hours of driving divided into two travel days, with a sleep stop in the most French hotel I can find. I regularly think: what have I started? But everything has been paid and Elvis, Wolf and Maantje Piet are already in rejoicing.
Roughly I am awakened from my French dream, I should not have picked up the mail | mezza
