There are always posts about trouble with travels, and I confess I was dreading my trip: an escorted art tour in the Netherlands followed by fleeting visit with UK cousins, two weeks altogether. On the second evening I was so worn out, basically at the bottom of the well, and not sure I could carry on. Also it was raining. But from that moment it was fabulous all the way. The sun came out eventually and stayed. I ignored my aching legs and carried on. My fellow travellers were a terrific and interesting group and we bonded to some extent during the nine days. Saw so much I realized last night I couldn't even visualize all the hotel rooms we stayed in (four in Europe), except the appalling glass bathroom in an extremely modern hotel in Rotterdam is definitely fixed in my memory! So wonderful to see great works of art from the past, and also to visit the studios and shops of a number of up and coming Dutch artists and craftspeople. We feasted well, but walked so much I actually lost a couple of pounds (not good). Fantastic to see my cousins and spend a couple of days in the UK. A fun visit to the Sherlock Holmes Museum which I enjoyed a lot, more than I expected to, and found the perfect gift there, a pewter tankard, for the son who lived in our house while we were away, minding the cats, etc.
At the end of the day yesterday, home again, I got down on the floor and discovered I can still do most of my exercises, not performed for two weeks. I woke up this morning with neither headache nor bad back. So travel has been good for me. If I feel well tomorrow I'm going to start tapering again.