Not the best day in Mallorca :(

 3/18/13

So basically, I was on my way home from class and talking with my friend Wendel on the bus.  We happened to get on an extremely crowded bus that day and I would describe it as people pushing up against each other.  I got off the bus and I don't know but I was feeling pretty good about myself.  Literally feeling proud of myself for being so independent and learning how to live in a city and on an island for the first time.  I get to my door, and I look in my bag for my keys.  My keys were hanging on a wristlet I had with all of my money and identification, credit cards, etc.  I have a mini panic, because I don't see them, but this is normal for me so I kept looking.  I didn't find them, so I ran back down the hill thinking maybe I dropped it on the way from the bus.  Didn't see it anywhere.  I decided to wait at the bus stop to ask the drivers to let me check the busses as they came back by in case I dropped it and someone turned it in.  But I had no luck.  I asked the only shop open on that street if anyone turned in a wallet, but no.  At this point, I am now majorly panicking.  I got back to the house, but Pilar was gone to pick the kids up from school.  I called her and tried to explain what happened, but talking on the phone in a foreign language when you are freaking out doesn't go so well.  Juan let me into the house, and I let my mom know and then bought skype credit to call and cancel all of my credit cards.  Afterwards, I just was so upset.  It was one of the hardest moments of my life because I felt so alone.  I had no one to help me. 

But..........it could have been so much worse.  I didn't have my passport, so the only thing they took was my drivers license.  All of my credit cards were easily canceled so no one could use them.  Most importantly, I luckily hadn't gone to the bank in a while so I only was down to 20 euros and some change.  (If I had gone that day I would have been carrying up to 200 euros because it is cheaper to get out a lot of money at once).  I have awesome parents who have been sending me money through Western Union, and I have been blessed with a great friend in Wendel (from my classes).  She went with me to find a Western Union place one day, and then came with me clear across town to file a report at the police station.  I finally accepted it as just one of those things that happen, and I moved on.  I wasn't going to let that ruin my wonderful trip.  I was having trouble with the fact that some random person had all my information, and I felt awful for losing the keys to their house.  God answered me because a little more than a week later, the police called me and told me that they had my wallet.  It was amazing, because I had let go of the worry, and it was found anyway!  All the cards were canceled, so I still have to use western union, but my belief in humanity and my feeling of security is back :)  What a nice way to see prayer answered!