Chad woke this morning and shared his dream with the roommates at the Hostel. He dreamt that we were in a car with our new friend, and cycling companion, Tobias, from germany. We all went to another town together in this dream and when we arrived Chad realized he left his passport at the Hostel.

The three of us loaded up our bicycles this morning and departed along the river through the city center. We were both so excited to be traveling as three now rather than the usual two. We were dancing around the crowds on the wet and glittery streets taking photos and feeling good as we began to notice the dark aggressive clouds coming fast over our heads. A clap of thunder and Chad suddenly paused. Where is Passport? Passport gone.

We returned to the hostel to see if it was there. We recieved it back from the hostel that morning for the key deposit. Not there. Not anywhere.

Ten Minutes, One Kilometer, Lost a passport. And freaking columbus day, Freakin columbus day. Embassy closed.

So what did we do? The three of us booked another night at the hostel, and baked a cake, Bread pudding to be more precise.

This is exactly why you carry photocopies of your documents right. We’ll see. We filed the police report and will visit the US Embassy Tomorrow Morning. This could not have happened in a more convienent location. Lose a passport in a capitol city….not as bad as a small town on the far end of the country.

This day has turned out as well as it could considering. We are very happy to have a new friend and hope to be back on the road tomorrow. This day marks one month of being on the road.

To be continued………….