Germany, Austria, the Czech Republic
on the Danube River
Today, traveling the Glass Road
through Bavaria
Tomorrow, exploring Prague
Way back in January we signed up to go on this tour, organized by a Unitarian Universalist friend, a retired college professor, who leads a group every year. Tom's last trip to Europe, specifically Germany, was with the US Army, years ago and I spent a study summer in Europe my Senior year in college more than 50 years ago. Neither of us has been off the North American continent since, even on a cruise. We were excited, Tom less so because he thinks of a cookie cutter tourist-y trip as a trendy extravagance.
But he said yes, to please me, and we paid for the trip a little along till we had the whole thing paid for. It was truly inexpensive for that kind of trip, because Don takes no commission. Everybody just pools their money and he gets the best deals for everything--and after all these many years, he knows where they are.
So we got 449 emails from him. He updated the itinerary. He sent us the menu for our Mozart Concert Dinner. He presented us the option and we voted yes to adding a visit to Dachau to the original list of sites. We received travel tips on what to wear, what to carry, how to pack, what and where to eat. We were educated about the currency, cell phones, rest rooms, shopping, electric converters and walking shoes.
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?
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?
