me. hiking 
spring break was lovely, seriously, a great journey in new and old cities to me, seeing old and new friends. overall great success. But, as I took the City Night Liner train home this morning to Freiburg and started walking home, it dawned on me that i DID NOT have my wallet with me. It hit me hard, kind of like being punished for having too good of a time hiking, touring, training, reading, swimming, etc. and that yes, Nelly, you too must go through some adversity. So, after calling the train stations and the conductor on the train, my wallet was indeed deemed lost/stolen and I had to start calling credit card companies. With the help of Mamz, my chase one wasn’t a problem, and then I called the head quarters of the Deutsche Bank in Frankfurt. She cancelled it right away and told me to go to my local branch to order a new one. Dreading this step I waited around for a while, not wanting to go sit at a desk and explain how I was silly enough to fall asleep with my wallet in sight, etc. But, upon arriving to the bank and telling her I needed a new card, the process took about 4 seconds: “Account number?” “Is this your address?” “Okay, give it 3 days.” And bam, like that.
So, relieved at the little time and energy that took, i decided to get a coffee. I walked in smiling and ordered a cappuccino. The barista made some sort of weird ninja movement and looked at his co-worker and they both just smiled and said “wow!” I looked at this oddly, saying what? Inside angry that they were making fun of my accent or something. But, the barista was just so surprised that I was so smiley. He told me the previous people who come in just angry and handing them money, barking orders. He then proceeded to “lädt mich ein” which means “invite me” which means my drink was on the house. I was honestly in disbelief and i told him how much it meant to me especially since I had lost my wallet that day. I finished my coffee and my reading for an essay due this week and decided to ride home, only to find a torrential downpour. I waited it out for 5 minutes, and then decided to just do it any way.
By the time I got home, i was soaked. my jeans were wetter than straight from the washing machine and my glasses were covered with raindrops, but I was still just so giddy.
So, moral is, don’t ever think that too many good things can happen in your life, because the world isn’t trying to punish you, bad luck happens, you just can’t sweat it. I’ll have new cards in the mail, i didn’t have any money in the wallet, and rain doesn’t make me melt. sometime, life will even give you a free coffee if you’re just nice enough.
here are some of my favorite pictures from SPRANG BRAKE!!!!!
Vernazza, a village in the Cinque Terre
Ally and me in front of some thing.
