In 1999 I was privileged to be a member of a very fine chorus. We were invited to another country to present six concerts during the Christmas season. After about 19 hours of flying, we collected our luggage and traveled by bus for another two hours, arriving at our hotel at midnight, local time. We were fed dinner, and told that breakfast would be at six o'clock the next morning and that we would be departing for sightseeing at 7:00 a.m. This was the pace that we maintained throughout our stay. In five days and six nights we presented six concerts, had two long rehearsals with the orchestra, and did as much sightseeing as our guides could possibly fit in.
When we arrived at the hotel where we would spend four of our six nights, my roommate and I were assigned a room on the eleventh floor. In order to get some exercise, I decided that I would not take the elevator at all, but would always go and down the stairs.
The next day, as l was running down the stairs, my roommate was running after me. For some reason, I thought she was chasing me, so I went faster and faster, until I slipped on a step, fell, and landed with a loud thud. I sensed that l was hurt.
