As faithful readers of this site may know, every couple of years we take a bunch of kids to Europe over spring break. Since Sis. B is a French teacher, we always have to go to Paris. From there we try to explore different parts of the world.
This year, half the trip was in France, half was in Spain. We saw some fun things and had some good experiences — up until the day before we were supposed to go home.
My passport was stolen.
We were in Barcelona, having lunch at El Corte Inglés in the cafeteria on the ninth floor. It has beautiful views of the city. I had my satchel, which held my passport and a couple of other things (like some churros I was saving for later!), on the table next to me. I must have been distracted for just a moment, because it was there — and then it was gone!
Our last free afternoon was spent trying to make a police report. We were sent to three different police stations before we found the right one to file the report. The police were kind and helpful.
My next step was to visit the consulate to try to get an emergency passport so I could go home. But, this was a Friday afternoon and the consulate wasn't going to be open until Monday.
Long story short, the rest of the group got to go home on Saturday morning. I had to stay behind. Alone. And, no, I don't speak Spanish!
Luckily I was able to get lodging near the airport, and the airline graciously rescheduled my flight. The consulate was great and gave me same-day service, and I eventually made it back home. But, boy! Was it a stressful series of days in Spain!
While I was stranded, I didn't have the means to keep current on my cartoons, however. My notebook and pen were in my satchel as well. I also lost a pocket kite that I've flown at several historical landmarks around the world. Dang.
I'm hoping that General Conference will give me the extra boost I need to get back into the swing of things.
And that's why I haven't turned in my homework.
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