Deja Boo
It has been a year since we were robbed in Granada, Spain. My little boo ¨pet name¨ was surrounded by Gypsys. We still remember the fierce determination, after the fact, of the two women´s faces as they very professionally penetrated Boo´s velcro defenses and made off with money, cards, and worst of all passports. The journal to cancel and report the theft and secure new passports took us all the way to Lisbon, Portugal. I would like to add that I was very good about the inconvenience. The finger could easily have been pointing at me.
December 31, we landed in Zijuatenejo about 3PM. It had been a long day. Our alarm had gone off at 3AM. Travel days have a way of stretching your emotional wires, add on the excitement, blast of warm air after landing and culture shock, and Gerry and I were both zonked.
We made it to our hotel without inceident. I fell into bed as Gerry emptied her luggage. The pitch of Gerry´s voice was like a screäm going off when she said Ï can´t find my passport.¨ Gerry´s careful search became more frantic. I know the passport was right here!! After she emptied her pack and more, I thought could this be happening. It was Daja Boo all over again. Gerry´s body language was of the losing team. She said weakly, with resignation, ¨Could I have been robbed?¨ We stayed quiet, Gerry looked into her big luggage on a long shot. Suddenly, Gerry´s hand shot into the back of the luggage. With joy and relief she said Ï found it¨ We were too tired to celebrate long. We slept well that night. No Deja Boo.
December 31, we landed in Zijuatenejo about 3PM. It had been a long day. Our alarm had gone off at 3AM. Travel days have a way of stretching your emotional wires, add on the excitement, blast of warm air after landing and culture shock, and Gerry and I were both zonked.
We made it to our hotel without inceident. I fell into bed as Gerry emptied her luggage. The pitch of Gerry´s voice was like a screäm going off when she said Ï can´t find my passport.¨ Gerry´s careful search became more frantic. I know the passport was right here!! After she emptied her pack and more, I thought could this be happening. It was Daja Boo all over again. Gerry´s body language was of the losing team. She said weakly, with resignation, ¨Could I have been robbed?¨ We stayed quiet, Gerry looked into her big luggage on a long shot. Suddenly, Gerry´s hand shot into the back of the luggage. With joy and relief she said Ï found it¨ We were too tired to celebrate long. We slept well that night. No Deja Boo.