“Mother,” I said as I was finishing my dinner, “I will be going to Finland for a few days at the end of March.” “Oh,” she said with palpable delight, “it is a great pleasure for me whenever you travel around the world.” Then she added with a smile: “It is as though I am traveling myself.” After a pause, she looked up from her plate and smiled again: “Even a few days in Florida in the early Eighties was enough for me to get a feeling of the place.” And then she nodded a few times. Now, the likelihood of her first utterance following on my travel announcement is about hundred percent; the likelihood of the second is somewhat below ninety percent; and the likelihood of the third is at least seventy-five percent. This time she did not mention that she did not see Disneyland back then because my father did not want to go, which she does with the likelihood of above fifty percent. “I know, I know,” I said and got up to collect the dishes. The likelihood of my impatient reaction is close to hundred percent, too.