I can so relate to this post Naomi. On my last night on a recent trip to Italy, I opened my purse and discovered my passport was not there. Then I realized it was in my packed back in a locked room in the hotel. Panic set in with me thinking that maybe it was not in my bag, and if so, what would I do? I barely slept and then did find it in my bag the next morning. Such relief! Later that day I was talking to a lady on the plane who had worked in the passport office. When I told her about fearing I had lost my passport she told me what I would have gone through if indeed I had. Let’s just say, I’d still be in Italy right now and a few thousand dollars poorer. I’m a little too casual with my passport, but no longer. Lesson learned! 😕
Lesley, when I travel (anywhere--even to Boston), my passport is always with me. I learned that a very long time ago. Once burned, never. . . well, I can't remember the rest!
Glad you survived the wasp attack, Nome, and the earlier monk who taught you to be mindful, although I doubt even mindfulness would have saved you from a raging monk. Sara is in Teverina with a group of travelers getting ready for the olive harvest. I'm sorry you couldn't stop off en route to Bologna. But maybe it's time, quite mindfully, to head home.
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I can so relate to this post Naomi. On my last night on a recent trip to Italy, I opened my purse and discovered my passport was not there. Then I realized it was in my packed back in a locked room in the hotel. Panic set in with me thinking that maybe it was not in my bag, and if so, what would I do? I barely slept and then did find it in my bag the next morning. Such relief! Later that day I was talking to a lady on the plane who had worked in the passport office. When I told her about fearing I had lost my passport she told me what I would have gone through if indeed I had. Let’s just say, I’d still be in Italy right now and a few thousand dollars poorer. I’m a little too casual with my passport, but no longer. Lesson learned! 😕
Lesley, when I travel (anywhere--even to Boston), my passport is always with me. I learned that a very long time ago. Once burned, never. . . well, I can't remember the rest!
Nice one Naomi. Your piece strikes many chords - remember me!
Glad you survived the wasp attack, Nome, and the earlier monk who taught you to be mindful, although I doubt even mindfulness would have saved you from a raging monk. Sara is in Teverina with a group of travelers getting ready for the olive harvest. I'm sorry you couldn't stop off en route to Bologna. But maybe it's time, quite mindfully, to head home.