From weh:
When I travel, I find carrying things in a shoulder bag a lot easier for me. My camera, maps, notepad, pens, and even meds are more accessible and more comfortable that way.
We are now in Antequera, small very beautiful, historic and hilly city in the heart ofAndalusia. Yesterday morning, we were late for the start of a city tour by a cart like a golf cart and ate our typical breakfast of coffee con leche, zumo de naranja (orange juice), and a tostada (a toasted roll). We left the cafe in a hurry. When we got started on the tour (more on that later.) I did not have my "bolso." For some reason I had my camera in hand, though. I thought in our hurry to get out of the hotel I had left it in the room.
When we got back to the hotel later in the day, it was not there. What a sinking feeling. There was nothing irreplaceable in it, the bag itself probably being the most valuable thing.
After a short but sincere prayer to St Anthony, the saint of lost things, who has helped us out several times in the past, I went to the cafe next door where we had eaten breakfast.
Fortunately it was there.
Thanks to St Anthony and the cafe staff.
Whew.
weh
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