We were supposed to spend the first half of May on a roadtrip in Colombia, but it didn't happen... Three weeks before our departure Pepa came back from soccer with a sprained ankle - ok, it's pretty bad, I've adjusted the itinerary a bit, but we'll go anyway. But two days before the flight was to leave, an email arrived about a cancelled flight, which shook our determination a bit more. The offered replacements don't suit us, so instead of packing our bags we decide to cancel the whole Colombian trip. It should be noted that I really with a very heavy heart... well, in short, I normally screamed it. Anyone who has spent XXX hours arranging a major trip might understand this...