We entered Guatemala on my birthday. So this picturesque country was a kind of a birthday present. We spent 3 chilli days at the Lago Atitlán, happy that the rainy season seems to come to an end. I felt so laid-back that I forgot all the rules of safe travels when we went to the big market in Sololá on Friday. Prompt it happened: I had – stupid – a credit card with me and – more stupid – all notes clearly visible in the wallet. I had bought two big sacks to collect our dirt laundry, as soon as someone elegantly and imperceptibly stolen the purse from my locked pocket.
The story took a half-conciliatory end when a pupil who had found the wallet under a sales table with its contents – apart from the cash of course – contacted us by Facebook in the evening. The whole family came the next day to bring our belongings back. The credit card was, of course, already locked and worthless, but we got back our copied IDs, which already look pretty authentic.
Maybe I will be reminded in the future by every laundry to be mindful. So no socks will get lost any more – probably.
© bettina guthier
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