Color-Man, 20 June, Southern Italy
Again we are on Trenitalia, Italy's national train, between Rome and Bari. This is our third trip between Rome and Bari. The trip is five to six hours long, but this time it is a final goodbye to Rome. Drew has my new passport and his passport and our train tickets and our dollars and cards girt around his waste. I must act wisely.
I lost my white waist pouch, in which was my passport with a $70 Indian visa, my drivers' license, my debit card, (which the thief used a little), $200, 200 Euro, and my vaccination recordS. Drew did some bookwork in the station and my total monetary loss is $638, not including the visa and the extra debit card charges. Attention, travelers! Check, double check, and triple check the location of your passport. Wear it your body; don't put in your bag. Separate your money, keeping some with you and putting some in different pockets of your bag. Don't put it all in one place. Keep also your forms of identification separate, not together.
"But that was to make us rely not on ourselves, but on God who raises the dead. He delivered us from such a deadly peril and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will deliver us again. You also must help us by prayer, so that many will give thanks on our behalf for the blessing granted us through the prayers of many" (II Corinthians 1:9-11).
I delight to see beloved Latin in modern Italian and French and the other Romance languages, six in all. Each of them has its own earmarks. And Rome is an untidy city and full of beggars.
Finally, Italy is to Europe, what southeast America is to the United States. Italy is a hot-climate culture in cold-climate culture Europe. In the front cabs of trucks, three men sit side by side, like Georgia, unlike Iowa. Italians are loud and relational and group-oriented. Like Africans, they don't mind crowded buses and trains. In fact, they prefer rubbing shoulders. But I am sure the old folks would say that it is not the same. "People now are so much more reserved and private than they used to be," they might say. I do think that's the way it goes. Prosperity brings division, and with poverty comes unity.
Sam
I lost my white waist pouch, in which was my passport with a $70 Indian visa, my drivers' license, my debit card, (which the thief used a little), $200, 200 Euro, and my vaccination recordS. Drew did some bookwork in the station and my total monetary loss is $638, not including the visa and the extra debit card charges. Attention, travelers! Check, double check, and triple check the location of your passport. Wear it your body; don't put in your bag. Separate your money, keeping some with you and putting some in different pockets of your bag. Don't put it all in one place. Keep also your forms of identification separate, not together.
"But that was to make us rely not on ourselves, but on God who raises the dead. He delivered us from such a deadly peril and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will deliver us again. You also must help us by prayer, so that many will give thanks on our behalf for the blessing granted us through the prayers of many" (II Corinthians 1:9-11).
I delight to see beloved Latin in modern Italian and French and the other Romance languages, six in all. Each of them has its own earmarks. And Rome is an untidy city and full of beggars.
Finally, Italy is to Europe, what southeast America is to the United States. Italy is a hot-climate culture in cold-climate culture Europe. In the front cabs of trucks, three men sit side by side, like Georgia, unlike Iowa. Italians are loud and relational and group-oriented. Like Africans, they don't mind crowded buses and trains. In fact, they prefer rubbing shoulders. But I am sure the old folks would say that it is not the same. "People now are so much more reserved and private than they used to be," they might say. I do think that's the way it goes. Prosperity brings division, and with poverty comes unity.
Sam
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..."and with poverty comes unity." This could not be more true.
man, i'm about to kick something or someone really hard in their shin out of anger towards this wacko who stole your stuff. The worlds so full of injustice and I'm so full of rage...!!!
the verse you wrote afterwards calmed me a bit though. It was a good pick.
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