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Being a beautiful day, my son and I decided we should go exploring together. Just as I was about to prepare our picnic lunch, our son’s grandmother called and said she had prepared some lunch for us today; wow! So it was with homemade onigiri bento that we set off on our bicycle heading for a nearby mountain.

The carpark was empty, and our son was so excited that he set off towards the steps still wearing his bicycle helmet. He has come to love steps lately and as we were making our way up up the mountain it did not take long until he had learnt to say trappa (steps/stairs in Swedish). When starting out I did not know what to expect – would he be able to climb up? Would I need to carry him? Would he want to go down instead of up? As it turned out, he could not wait to climb all the steps by himself; most of the time I was not even allowed to hold his hand.

After the steps leading up to the shrine on the mountain, a path continues a little bit further to a viewpoint with benches overlooking the sea and the city of Fukuoka. We both enjoyed our picnic on a stone bench and my son was happy to see both airplanes and helicopters as well as birds and boats. When it was time to go down again, he took every chance to make a detour as soon as he saw a set of steps leading somewhere where we were not heading. And we we finally came back to the bicycle he did not want to get up in his chair but instead he showed me in every possible way that he wanted to climb up the little mountain one more time.