Portefeuille

The worst part is you won't be surprised.

If you know me well, you won't be the slightest bit surprised.

Ugh, should as well get this over with.

I lost my wallet.

Or got it stolen.

I really don't know which one.

And really, it's probably my fault.

Like, I left my wallet on the RTS twice back home.

I thought I outgrew this.

Anyways, I hate telling you guys this because I feel like a total noob, but hey, I can't write a blog about me being in France and leave this part out.

So where were we?

Ah yes, spotting the Eiffel Tower. Still on day two.

So after Centres Georges Pompidou, I went with some of the group to find a park or somewhere to sit and chill.

We found one park and weren't feeling it, so we finally made our way to the Seine.

We just sat at the side of the river watching the boats go by (sometimes waving at the people in them).

The Seine is where it's at, folks.

Anyways, we left the Seine and were at a crosswalk when I spotted the coolest collection of posters for sale.

I was totally thinking about buying one.

That's when I realized I wasn't holding my wallet in my hand anymore.

We were already on the other side of the street when we turned around and headed back to our spot on the Seine.

I looked through my whole backpack.

Rien.

I asked the woman sitting nearby if "vous avez vu un portefeuille."

Non.

I don't remember having it at the Seine anyways.

The last time I remember having it was at the park.

For some strange reason, I kept it in my hand because I thought it would be easier to steal if it was in my backpack.

Oh, the irony.

So to this day, I really don't know what happened to it (but I'm pretty sure the keychain loop was wrapped around my finger, making it next to impossible for someone to snatch it out of my hand).

I had some euros and dollars in there (not too much thank God), my driver's license (time to take a new picture), my Gator 1 (ditto) my credit card (got that canceled), other replaceable things and worst of all

My Navigo.

That little gem is my ticket to taking the Metro (at least zones one and two of Paris).

I remember on my first day the preview staffer-esque API worker telling me it would be in the 60s or 70s (dollars or euros? I forget) if I ever had to replace it.

Great.

Luckily, I brought enough euros to last me a while (not all in my wallet) so I wasn't too worried about the credit card situation.

I was just worried about the Navigo.

Like seriously, if someone was trying to steal my wallet right in front of me, I would have been like "Oh, all right, cool. Just pass me the Navigo and I'll be on my way."

Not really, but you know what I mean.

And while we're delving into hypothetical scenarios, I'd like to add that this wouldn't have happened if I had a wallet like Samuel L. Jackson's in "Pulp Fiction."

Anyways, so how did I get home?

Well, Molissa (who is an amazing person) bought me a ticket for the Metro and helped me find my way home.

I wrote home.

And didn't even think twice about it until now.

Strange, eh?











P.S.

I didn't realize it until my prof mentioned it at Centres Georges Pompidou.
It was the Fourth of July.
Guess my wallet liberated itself.