Sometimes I don't know what to write, but today was unusual, because Karen and Terry are back from their trip to Greece. She came over this afternoon and told us about some of the things they did. The one problem they had was with walking. Terry has Parkinson's disease, and his leg swelled up with the unaccustomed walking, and they couldn't always keep up with the other members of the group. This was a different company conducting the tour this time, and I guess it was a little harder to keep up. When they got to a place where they had to walk up 100 large stone steps, just to see another abbey on top of a hill, Karen and Terry just stayed at the bottom and enjoyed the view of the landscape. Later today Karen was to take Terry to see a doctor, and we haven't heard from her since. I hope the leg gets better; Terry has a lot of volunteer work that he does usually. We had our regular three meals today, and I read two chapters in the book Carla gave me. Oh yes, Karen brought me a cute little box from Patmos, with a scene of the town painted on top. It will be nice to keep special pieces of jewelry inside. After she left, I had planned to go for a walk, since the clouds had parted and the sun was out, but I went to sleep instead. Since we moved here, three of the people living here, or in the care center in back of the three buildings of Las Villas, have passed away. It's a shock, but it shouldn't be; most of the people here are older than we are. And we should expect things like this to happen here. I guess it is the same at the other senior communities, also.