LOL. Because everyone knows that in Rome not only will everyone try to rip you off, but also none of the stores sell sanitary products.
It's such a relief getting things you thought you'd lost back, isn't it?
The insistence on optimism tends to dull the relief at finding whatever was missing, but yes, it's always nice to have your things back in your possession.
To this day, I'm always sure these things will work out and that the "kindness of strangers" will prevail, which my cynical mom finds hopelessly naive.
Heh. I hear you. Searching for lost objects is actually one of the few areas of life in which I'm not cynical. The classic example of this situation in my family is similar to the story you've told: We had just gotten off an overnight flight to England and were all exhausted -- I was 13 at the time, and it was everyone's first transatlantic trip -- and in all the confusion of trying to locate the bus to the train station to continue to a relative's house further north, my parents left a briefcase full of itineraries and other documents in a trolley. By the time they realized it, we were halfway to another city. They were very upset and convinced that we'd never see the thing again, whereas I was sure that when they called the airport, someone would have found it and could mail it up to where we were staying. Which is exactly what happened. Panic unnecessary.
It's such a relief getting things you thought you'd lost back, isn't it?
The insistence on optimism tends to dull the relief at finding whatever was missing, but yes, it's always nice to have your things back in your possession.
To this day, I'm always sure these things will work out and that the "kindness of strangers" will prevail, which my cynical mom finds hopelessly naive.
Heh. I hear you. Searching for lost objects is actually one of the few areas of life in which I'm not cynical. The classic example of this situation in my family is similar to the story you've told: We had just gotten off an overnight flight to England and were all exhausted -- I was 13 at the time, and it was everyone's first transatlantic trip -- and in all the confusion of trying to locate the bus to the train station to continue to a relative's house further north, my parents left a briefcase full of itineraries and other documents in a trolley. By the time they realized it, we were halfway to another city. They were very upset and convinced that we'd never see the thing again, whereas I was sure that when they called the airport, someone would have found it and could mail it up to where we were staying. Which is exactly what happened. Panic unnecessary.
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