OH NO...the worst possible thing that can happen on this sort of a trip has happened...well maybe not the worst thing, but still pretty bad...I have lost our wallet in Bari, Italy (oh by the way, we made it to Italy OK!)...in the wallet were all of our credit cards, some cash, and our passports (you know, those things you should never be without abroad). For those of you prone to fainting, I'll go ahead and tell you the story ends well and disaster is in fact averted...
It all started on a sunny and particularly nice afternoon. I had ripped my $10 Ross jacket a few days previous, and was generally frustrated with it because it always made my back all sweaty...so I decided (Krista decided) to go get a new one. Long story short, the new one, while much more fashionable, had really shallow pockets, and you can probably imagine where this is headed. Only about 15 minutes from swapping jackets, I went to pay for some famous Italian gellato and the wallet was gone. A terrible, sickening, gut wrenchingly awful feeling washed over me. We retraced all our steps to find nothing. After giving up the search later that evening, I called Uncle Sam to report the sad news. The agent, several thousand miles away says to me: "Yep, they are at the central Bari police department along with some credit cards, cash, scuba diver card, ferry tickets, and a very ugly wallet." As it turns out the Italian police are very friendly and the fine citizens of Bari are quite honest...
And we are off again...
Oh, and props to the US Government for working so efficiently (I wonder when I'll get to say that again)
It all started on a sunny and particularly nice afternoon. I had ripped my $10 Ross jacket a few days previous, and was generally frustrated with it because it always made my back all sweaty...so I decided (Krista decided) to go get a new one. Long story short, the new one, while much more fashionable, had really shallow pockets, and you can probably imagine where this is headed. Only about 15 minutes from swapping jackets, I went to pay for some famous Italian gellato and the wallet was gone. A terrible, sickening, gut wrenchingly awful feeling washed over me. We retraced all our steps to find nothing. After giving up the search later that evening, I called Uncle Sam to report the sad news. The agent, several thousand miles away says to me: "Yep, they are at the central Bari police department along with some credit cards, cash, scuba diver card, ferry tickets, and a very ugly wallet." As it turns out the Italian police are very friendly and the fine citizens of Bari are quite honest...
And we are off again...
Oh, and props to the US Government for working so efficiently (I wonder when I'll get to say that again)
Wow, That turned out Way cooler that it might have.
ReplyDeleteI am glad it worked out!
Let's get a skype date set sometime.
Man thats scary... I would have been freaking out! I'm glad it turned out allright. If that were downtown Jax you'da been in trouble.
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My bet was that you left it on a table at a restaurant…
ReplyDeleteGlad I was wrong! :-)
-Christine
Hey remember that time in Boone....
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