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Monday, July 26, 2004 ( 10:16 AM ) shut up christine oh man... On Saturday we spent 12 hours straight on a train, we were supposed to have some breaks in between but we kept getting delayed because of electricity shortages, and then a bomb threat, and later a fire on the train route....don´t tell my mom she´ll freak out but anyhow we made it safely to Barcelona, but we hadn´t even been in the station for five minutes when my bag was stolen :( sorry guys i had my address book in there so i won´t be able to send any postcards...a lot of my souvenirs were in the bag also..and my digital camera with all my pictures...sucks ass huh...and the personalized journal Flo made for me before I left :( man I wrote everything in there :( sorry Flo..i loved that journal please send your mailing addresses to me again cbulaoro@uci.edu anyway, i hope the homie who stole my bag is enjoying my camera..i had some awesome pictures on it but i´ll just photoshop myself into some pictures of europe later but with the bad comes the good sabs and i were sitting outside of the train station because it had closed and we missed the last train to Madrid because of all the delays so we didn´t have a place to sleep for the night... so i was crying and this guy named Peter comes out of nowhere and he took care of us he was like stay with me, you´ll be safe so we stood outside of this churro stand for a while and he bought us food and water and the leg on my eyeglasses kept falling off and so the three guys working at the churro stand tried to tape it up for me, they put a huge wad of tape on it but it was really sweet and then Peter kept trying to make me laugh so I wouldn´t cry and then oh my goodness he took us clubbing and he bought us drinks, roses, paid for the cab..the whole deal he even bought us breakfast before our train and we kept thinking there has to be a catch, this is too good to be true but he was just a nice guy he had holes in his clothes but he kept spending his money on us so selflessly when i tried to pay him he would say ¨no, you´re my guest, we are friends¨ he wasn´t even from Barcelona, he was traveling from Yugoslavia and i don´t know what i ever did to deserve anything like this everyone on our trip has been incredibly nice to me i don´t deserve it i think getting my bag stolen was a good thing i had a few material possessions taken from me but i gained so much more, the important intangible things that really matter i need to go everything is fine now, i´m in Madrid we just had our first day of school and i love it peace out #
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