Three days into our Baltic Cruise, which was the final phase of celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary, we had a first day tour of St. Petersburg, Russia. The tour included a comprehensive drive in the city. We saw many of the famous churches and sites even stopping for a free sample of vodka, which the Curmudgeonette refused,...so vodka is not to blame. The walk to see the graves of Peter the Great and Catherine the Great was over very rough cobblestone in a light rain. Fixing me with a death grip she negotiated the terrain with neither a slip nor a stumble.
Back aboard ship after the tour we had a delightful meal and enjoyable conversation processing what we'd seen on the tour. Departing the cafeteria after lunch the Curmudgeonette tripped on a quarter-inch-high threshold going through a door. Falling forward she did what physical therapists call a "swoosh" when a person instinctively throws arms forward to break a fall. Subsequent x-rays, aboard ship, revealed a broken left arm and right thumb. The ship's doctor, who was from Poland, said "maritime rules mandate a second opinion so tomorrow we'll send you to an English speaking medical clinic in St. Petersburg".
In the next installment you'll learn of how that led to three ambulance rides.
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