C´est la vie.

Well sadly I am writing today to pass on probably the most disheartening news of the trip. Last night while dining with some new friends from the hostel, my shoulder bag was taken off of my chair and is forever lost to the streets of Buenos Aires. You can expect something like this to happen anywhere and hindsight is always 20/20. I broke several of my own rules. Usually i watch even the shadows that pass and trail behind us on the sidewalks. I never take my bag off my shoulder unless i am against the wall. My camera stays in my pocket. Alas great food, energetic conversation and a seemingly safe restaurant atmosphere provided a bit too much comfort. Speculations abound, but in the end it does not matter because there is little that can be done now. The good news, there was only one thing of any value in the bag. Unfortunately, if there was one single thing that I would wish to survive the trip it would be this item. My camera. Almost half of our photos were on there, thus If a picture is worth a thousand words, at least one version of the novel has failed to make the printing press. Like an emormous full moon over the Tetons the images will be only as lasting as one´s memories and sensations. Luckily, we both were taking pictures, so the story is preserved. If the karma police care to mind, I laugh that all that was in the bag otherwise was a book on the history of salt that I had finished, a spanish english dictionary, and a thin windbreaker. Perhaps our thief will learn the amazing history of salt while translating the words to spanish. When the crisp winds blow up the street, perhaps he will find warmth under the shelter of my great thrift store find. As with any somber mood, a new day begins and i suppose we have one less thing to worry about. Thus until the sun shines a little brighter.............