There’s been a lot of talk about which tours to take. Roger and I had been very careful to not be on the same ones, other than a few we both really wanted, that were very popular, and would have multiple buses. So there were several we both signed up for. After all, we slept in the same room, didn’t we? We could certainly manage to be in the same place, or the same bus. Different rows, of course. Pretend we didn’t know each other. We could certainly do that.
This was one of those tours. Our first one aboard. I was still limping, and I hadn’t found out if Steve would be on this one or not, of course, I hoped so. I hoped he was feeling better.
I don’t remember the name of the island, and I’m not sure I want to. I don’t believe in coincidence; that’s too simple. In my experience it takes ha
