Harry's heart sank a bit, hearing James say that one was supposed to do what women needed. So that meant if Ginny 'needed' an adventure, he was supposed to do it with her, even though the thought of an adventure made him sick to his stomach. Every adventure he had ever had either ended in death, or had nearly ended in death. Life had never been normal, with normal adventures like going to France. To him, that wasn't an adventure, that was normal life, a normal vacation. That was simple. He didn't think Ginny wanted simple.
"She wants to have an adventure." He said. "It sounds lame when I put it that way, but I don't think she means your typical road trip adventure where you see all the tourist trap sites and natural landmarks."
He wished he had known the love his grandparents had for his father growing up. Maybe then he would be better able to express the love he had for his wife. He loved her, he knew that; he just found it so hard to show her, and tell her, and do things for her that showed her just how much she meant to him.
"I don't know how much Mum told you about my life," he said looking over at James. "Adventures for me were no laughing matter. I spent most of my time in school trying to survive from people who either wanted me dead, or some kind of circumstance that wanted me dead. Back, wherever we came from, I finally have a job that allows me a margin of excitement with the added safety of working behind a desk. Ginny's still angry because I didn't take her with me when we, my best friends, Ron and Hermione, and I went off chasing horcruxes so I could finally kill Voldemort, and now she wants that adventure we had then."