And we have a disaster of an international proportion – Amy left her favorite blanket on the sleeping car train!
Instant devastation when she opened her backpack at 9 am, and couldn’t find “blankie,” remembering that she’d left it on the train on her bunk.
It’s night time now and the silent crying is over. It was like losing a very good friend, and with little hope of finding it again. We’ve made several phone calls to the railway station, and they have denied finding anything other than passports and travel items from another train car. We called at 9 am, at noon, at 3 pm, and we’ll give it one more try tomorrow morning.
“I’ve had it all my life!” cried Amy, and that’s a long time – more than a decade.
To top it all off, we’re back to the constant honking traffic jams, and I have a cold! My nose makes me feel “high” – or what I think would be “high.”
We head to Alexandria tomorrow – an all day jaunt. It’s 2-1/2 hours by train one way. More later – after my nose clears up.