Sophia, my guardian angel, has been busy. Very busy. Like way too busy.
I think she’s ready to quit.
Can guardian angels quit? I hope not…
AGMA’s back! I really wanted to post something is weekend but it didn’t happen. It’s been a rough re-entry between jet lag and prednisone-induced insomnia.
But what a trip… Wow!
I normally don’t blog much about my travels, but this trip may be the exception. So many “interesting” things happened. A bit too interesting.
Our first stop was Barcelona. What a beautiful city. Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia – oh my – I don’t think I’ve ever said “Wow!” so much. And the food and wine was yumbley.
But we spent the first 24 hours without our luggage. It decided to stay in Atlanta for an extra day. There is wisdom in packing an extra set of clothes and some basic toiletries in your backpack Grasshopper…
It was in our hotel room when we came in from sightseeing the next day. Miraculous!
Sophia was on duty.
And it wasn’t long before she was busy again.
Aside from it’s beauty and culture and beaches, Barcelona is notorious for it’s thieves and pickpockets.
That second evening, we went on a tapas crawl booked through a local tour company. There were like 35 of us and we visited three tapas bars in different parts of the city. It was fun, but then it got “interesting.”
We struck up a conversation with a lovely young, honeymooning couple from Australia and ended up hanging out with them for most of the evening. Very fortuitous. Sophia’s doing I’m guessing.
Normally, I am very vigilant about my purse and wear it over my head across my body. It’s a special cut-proof travel purse with all kinds of latches and locks that I ordered online. However, all that is kind of worthless if the whole purse goes missing.
At the second tapas bar we visited, in a moment of jet lagged, prednisone-induced insomnia fog, I set my purse down on the floor beside my chair. On the wrong side. Easy pickin’s for a couple of pros.
Two women walked by and bumped my chair. At that instant, Sophia stuck a pin in my rear and I shot to attention. I looked down at the now empty spot that my purse had recently occupied. AGMA knew immediately what happened.
The fog was gone, replaced by a huge shot of adrenaline. For Pete’s sake, it was only the second day of our trip…
“My purse! Those women took my purse!”
AGMA was wearing as skirt and flats. I’m a marathon runner, but I can do a decent sprint if I have to. Especially amped up on adrenaline.
I went flying out of the restaurant and down the block after them. I had no plan – I wasn’t really sure what I was going to do when I caught them. They were cool operators; they were just strolling down the block. This was not their first rodeo.
“Excuse me, but I think you have my purse and I want it back.” Excuse me?? AGMA’s Emily Post was showing.
They both walked up to me and assured me in calm voices they didn’t have my purse. They even opened up their purses to let me look inside. Smooth…
In the meantime, Trent, our new Aussie friend, followed me out of the restaurant. I guess he thought I needed back-up. I did.
All I remember is saying over and over, “You took my purse and I want it back. You have my purse, please give it back.” AGMA’s nothing if not exceedingly polite.
They were soooo concerned that I was soooo upset. They wanted me to go back into the restaurant to calm down. Sure they did.
Nah baby nah.
So while I was talking to them and keeping them occupied, Trent decided to do a little looking around. He went behind a parked car and, lo and behold, came walking back with…
At that point, the two women shrugged like “Oh wow – look what he found!”, turned and walked quickly away. I shook my finger at them and said loudly, “You should be ashamed!”
Seriously? How incredibly lame. At that point AGMA had earned the right to drop numerous F bombs and do a variety of obscene hand gestures transcending any and all language barriers. But I just felt incredible relief…
A quick check back in the restaurant showed all contents present and intact. Whew.
If it wasn’t for Sophia giving me a kick in the butt activating my Spidey senses, it could have been a devastating evening and really ruined our trip. Very much a First World problem I realize, but I’m still incredibly thankful I didn’t have to deal with all the issues around a stolen purse.
And this was just the second day of our trip.
Stay tuned for the further adventures of AGMA and Sophia in Europe…
P.S. It’s great to be back!!