Wow, I'm back from Greece. I don't think I'm meant to be a world traveler. It was a 15-hour trip to Greece and back, and I still had to drive two hours to get back to Tucson, AZ. We loved Greece, but I learned an essential thing. When you're on oxygen, it becomes borderline frightening, in need of air. I had six batteries for my machine, and they are supposed to last four or more hours each. It should have been more than enough. I ran out there and back. Not something I would suggest anyone do. It was a nightmare. I'll never fly again. Too scary for me. And I also learned that most of Greece is at an incline. Something else, my lungs didn't appreciate.

I didn't get to go on the excursions with my hubby and daughter because they told us I wouldn't do well. We decided to take a chance, and it didn't end well at all. So, I only did an excursion in Turkey and a small one in Crete, Greece. I found things to do on the ship, but I found myself somewhat depressed at fucking up their trip. It was a costly trip to end up on the ship for the most part.

I now know that I will only travel by car from now on.

And would you like to know what happened on the way back, in a packed 450-person flight? We got Covid. We are now sicker than a dog. Boy oh boy, the fun keeps rolling in.

Okay, I'm done whining now. I'll post some pictures when I finally go through all of them. Hugs, Patt.