Well, it is now official.......the 8 month program I started back in March is over. I'm at an internet cafe right now waiting for my bus to Mendoza, Argentina. The closing ceremonies were nice. We each received a diploma for our contribution and participation in the program. There were over 200 volunteers between the 4, 6, and 8 month programs. Their biggest group to date.
This morning we said our goodbyes to the friends we've made over this time. Bitter sweet moments. Unfortunately, not long after I left the hostal, I ran into every travelers worst nightmare. I boarded the subway to get to the bus terminal. It was crowded and tight and I didn't have a post to hold on to. I'm concentrating on balancing the whole time and not missing my stop.
I look down at my purse that I had drapped around me and the gentleman next to me had his coat, which was drapped over this arm, just a little to close for comfort. It was a gut instinct that something didn't feel right. I didn't like that I couldn't see my purse so I slid my hand down to rest on my purse when I felt his fingers coming out of my purse. I shoved my arm up and he immediately turned his back to me and pretended to get on his telephone. I checked to see if I had my wallet and camara.......and I did. Fortunately he hadn't had enough time to take my things, just to open the zipper of my purse and stick his hand inside. It was a sad moment because we like to believe that people are honest and good, but it's a reminder that there are bad apples out there that we have to watch out for. However, I like to always believe that for every rotten apple, there's a basket of good ones too.
CW
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