My gmail account has informed this morning that the ruler of my world, the breaker of my finances and the one who calls all the shots has determined that myself and daughter are not going to Cuba or Egypt.

According to her Frenchness, the one who knows best, both Cuba and Egypt are too dangerous for an 11 year old girl. Instead, we are going to the Cayman Islands. Could be worse I guess. 

In a great romance each person basically plays a part that the other person really likes.  Source unknown