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This is how May lures her children into summer

When you've left home and hearth for two weeks, you have to endure a bit at home. My daughters always make me feel that they didn't necessarily think it was super chill that I was gone for sixteen (sixteen, SIXTEEN) nights. When I put them to bed, the saved-up tears suddenly come out.

The day before yesterday it was: “I find it so exciting that I'm going to group threehiehie” and last night I saw hidden sadness again. After some urging from my side, the big word came out. “I really don't feel like going on vacation by plane this year.” I agree with you, this falls quite into the category of luxury problems.

“So if you are very, very nice, I will sit in the back and you can sit in the massage chair.”

But luckily I had incredibly good news. Because we are going by car this year. What am I saying, with the brand new Renault Espace, for which a red carpet is almost rolled out over the French toll roads. Moreover, I told my girl, the front two seats have massage functions. “So if you are very, very nice, I will sit in the back and you can sit in the massage chair.” The tears stopped their downward movement.

“And we have two rows of back seats. So if you want a bit more space, you can comfortably sit alone on the very back seat. You might even be able to make a small tent there.” I saw a smile. “And the trunk is so big that you can stand in it and we might even be able to take your new, pink bike with us.” Now she was really convinced.

After that, I came up with the trump card that we could decide what time we would leave. So tonight we will sit together, with the map of France on our lap, to see at which two places we would like to stop for a night on our way to Saint Tropez.

My girl had one more question. “When is that super car coming, mom? In half an hour?”