It wasn’t until we were on the train and headed for Copenhagen this afternoon that I finally felt safe teasing her about it.
“Isn’t it nice,” I said, “how we balace each other out? I mean, you’re freaking out and I’m cool as a cucumber…and still everything is going to plan.”
“You’re relaxed because you know you can rely on me,” was the response.
“Is that your problem? That you feel like you have to look after me?”
“Well you don’t. How about next time we each take care of our own stuff? We’ll book our own transport and plan our own routes…and just meet up at a mutually agreed upon campsite each evening.”
“But then I’ll be worried that you’ll never show up.”
“Yeah, well that’s only because I’m at the hotel spa just down the road.”