Then Tom's gout/stress fracture happened.(See posts about Differential Diagnosis) That was at the end of June and we had till mid September to deal with it--13 weeks--so we weren't worried. The foot would be well long before September 16th--our departure date. July came. July went. We attended the trip party and met our fellow travelers. The foot continued to swell and hurt. We purchased and began to read Rick Steve's travel guide to Europe. Things grew more peculiar as the foot stubbornly refused to get better. August came. We bought our euros, after much consultation concerning how many we might need. Then, on our fourth visit to the orthopedist, exactly three weeks before our plane was to leave for Munich, Dr. B. found the second fracture! And so our trip preparations came to an end. Top priority was to find out why two fractures and to get the foot well. Tom could not look forward to spending half the trip in a hotel room
while we hiked to Hitler's Eagles Nest
or walked through the Salt Mines, places where he would be unable to go.
We did recover some of our costs. On September 2nd, 14 days before the plane flew, we found a good friend who was willing to buy the trip and some of our euros. We gave him a good deal and he found a friend to go with him. She applied for a passport renewal and received it 4 days before the departure date. We lost the cost of the plane tickets to Munich (unless we want to go sometime this next year.) and they had to fly out a day early because so many flights were full by September 9th, the day they booked, it was the only one available. But they made it and promised to return with many pictures, as did the rest of our fellow travelers.
The group returns at the end of this week. I hope they bring me awesome I-feel-sorry-for-you presents. They all said they would, but I don't know how long before thoughts of those they left behind were crowded out by the new experiences they have been encountering.
Neal, Pat, Don, Carol, Jerry, Annie, David, John, do you hear me?