So, how does one go about summarizing a week in two different European countries with a tour group and a highly unstable bi-polar wife? I am left with a wash of experiences and emotions dimmed by as haze of exhuastion.  I wouldn't call it a bad vacation by any means.  But then...well...it seemed like the same things that I experience on every other day of my life.  The miracle of existance...confusion...emotionally pummeled...perseverence...depression...survival. It was, unfortunately, bitter cold and rainy almost every day there.  The sun did peek out on occassion, but for the most part we felt like we did not pack enough warm clothes.  I bought a European stetson style hat, which effectively covered my bald head and made the occassional wet snow showers much more tollerable.  Camilla (my wife) bought a scarf which she lived with for the rest of the trip.  Her primary memory of the trip will be that damp, bone-chilling cold that she experienced. Camilla's medications played a major role in the trip.  The time change wreaked havok with her system.  She was not able to perform in our first concert because she almost passed out from light headedness just before we were supposed to go out.  Several other people from the choir helped out and learned of her disorder at this time.  This was very helpful, actually.  It meant that I didn't have to be the only one watching out for her.  I find that strangers are sometimes far better at calming her down than I am, as she is largely immune to me. To be continued...