This weekend I went to visit my grandparents in north Jutland. They live in a little town, and it's always a pleasure seeing them. They are both huge personalities, they take their time telling stories so you can visualize everything, they argue like you do when you've been married for 52 years, and their house is full of memories and good things. I absolutely love being there.
While my grandfather sat in the next room writing his memoirs, my grandmother and I lit a fire and indulged in 'La Bicyclette Bleue'.
We also went to Ikea where we ate Swedish food and I taught my grandmother to text.