The Atlanta Gypsies

Every time Bobby and I have told someone about our trip to Europe, we have been told horror stories of gypsies, Italian street-kids, metro station thieves, and conniving cabbies. We have been told to invest in bullet-proof money belts and other devices to keep our money and valuables safe while abroad. Needless to say, Bobby and I were prepared to upon arrival immediately switch in to super-safe mode and keep our hand on our wallets at all times. But it was all too late.

Before we even made it to Europe, my debit card was stolen in flight between Phoenix and Atlanta out of my backpack. But at least the thief had good taste, because their first purchase was a $970 flight to France. Luckily with the invention of online banking, I caught the problem and called the bank and I am picking up a new card in Connecticut before we catch our trans-continental flight. And some jerk from Atlanta will not be getting his Paris vacation. This is the first time I have ever been the victim of theft and I am a little worried that Bobby's bad luck with theft is rubbing off on me. He's the one who has had his ipod, playstation, gift cards, and countless studio supplies lifted. But I'm no worse for the wear and will be getting my shiny new card (a temporary one that will probably run out before I make it back!) and we are now off.

Please pray that we make it safely and that the person next to us on the plane does not have terrible BO, a newborn, or the desire to make conversation.