Ugh

I know there's been a bit of a wait since I last blogged (but does anyone read this besides aaron?), but I actually have an excuse.  Let me start by saying I left Amsterdam to go to Bruges (Belgium), and it was absolutely lovely.  I really, really liked it.  It was just a beautiful city, and they claim to be "Europe's most well preserved Medieval town" and I really believe it.  It's a canal city, so there's water and weeping willows and gothic churches, and every building looks like it's thousands of years old.  I spent my one and a half days there drawing and being freezing cold.  I started buying tea just to warm up my hands.  And the tea costs more than 2 euros!  Do you know how ridiculous that is?  For a lipton tea bag and a packet of sugar.  Prices there were crazy.  

Anyways, after gorgeous Bruges, I set off for cosmopolitan Brussels.  But on the less than 1 km walk to my hostel from the train station, my wallet was stolen.  This could have happened several ways.  #1.  I could have left it on the train station counter (i had just bought train reservations) then someone took it.  #2.  It could have fallen out of my bag and then someone took it (unlikely because I probably would have felt my bag get lighter and heard something fall).  #3.  Someone stole it out of my bag.  

It was horrible.  It still is horrible.  I lost around 300 euros (I had just taken out money), my passport, my eurail pass, my student id (so I can't get discounts on anything for the rest of the trip), my driver's license (so I will have to buy a new one when I get back), and an art project I had been working on since october.  I'm actually probably more upset about the art project than anything, because it was irreplaceable and I know the thief just threw it away.  Ugh.  

But ANYWAYS...trying to look on the bright side, I got everything taken care of.  My passport was replaced, my parents wired me money, I had pass security on my eurail, which means they'll reimburse me for my stolen one, and I bought a new one.  But it just sucks, of course. Oh yeah, and when I FINALLY got everything sorted out, I left Brussels to get on a train to St. Malo in France, and ended up in Tours cause I got on the wrong train apparently.  I just feel like I've had the worst luck on this trip.  Flight cancelled, Baggage lost, wallet stolen, wrong train....the list goes on.  But it can only go uphill now, right?  RIGHT?