Gone!

All throughout Central America -traveling in areas that sane people might think twice before traveling, crazy people might think thrice before traveling, and the average backpacker may start thinking before traveling- never did I experience the misfortunes of losing property. Now, back in the developed world, where streets are continuously patrolled by some of the highest paid police on this planet, the literacy rate is high, who’s administration touts of this country’s high morals… Ok, fleeing from incessant babbling, I will get to my point. Last night, two of my sisters and I went to watch a classical music performance at the Disney Music Center. The music hall was spectacular! High ceilings; an ornate organ that perfectly entwined itself with the wooden armadillo-ish ceilings; and seating that gave the perception of a small music hall all created for an amazing acoustic experience. Sadly, it is not the music hall that has inspired this writing, if it where, I would be a pleased and happy person. What has inspired me, and has now created a bitter hatred for any who steal, is what I found, or didn’t find, when we returned to the car. Two bags had been taken from the trunk of the car. There were no obvious traces of vandalism but two bags were gone! And, with them, some cloths, toiletries, books, and an item that had become dear to me, my Central American travel journal. Some might consider this a true tragedy, while others may think it a treat, never having to be subjected to my true and inner thoughts while traveling. I personally, am not the least bit pleased, but, have gotten over the initial anger that did seethe through my veins.

Well, with each loss comes the birth of something new... At least, I still retain some writings, those on this blog.