We've waited a long while, and now it turns out we shall wait even longer.
It's been two years since we booked our trip. We were scheduled to leave six weeks from today, flying to Amsterdam, staying at a darling little B&B for a few days prior to boarding our Viking river cruise that would take us -- first and foremost -- to Keukenhof Gardens and then other places in Holland and in Belgium. Back in Amsterdam after ten days, we were to take a train to Paris where we'd spend four more days before flying home. I'd even booked a cooking class for one of those days!
Last night, just before bedtime, an email came from Viking: all trips until at least May are canceled. We are given the opportunity to rebook or refund from Viking. We'll be working with our travel agent and our insurance carrier to figure out the rest.
The windmills and tulips trips are very popular, so much so that there is a two-year wait. We have other plans for the summer of '22, but perhaps is '23 we can do the tulips. We'll have to see.
I have to admit that I was relieved when the email from Viking showed up. Joe and I had been talking about the trip over the past few days, and being uncertain about what to do. Given my propensity for getting sick when traveling, my likelihood of picking up the airplane head cold, both of us were nervous about this virus. But we'd waited two years! Viking took the decision-making out of our hands.
My very wise friend Cathy said a few months ago, "You know, I've come to realize that I'm not ever going to go to Paris. And I'm okay with that." And she's right. Aging brings perspective.
*Dutch for Goodbye