I stumbled a lot, climbing, descending stone stairs, with others patiently behind me, often taking my arm. Grateful I was – and will remain! Remembering a kind young Romanian lad who guided me carefully up the gangway (steep!) to catch the bus to the horse farm … He smiled when I recalled, from last year’sContinueContinue reading “Lyndie’s Journal, Part 5: Aboard Viking Ullur”