Oh Happy Day

After releasing my frustration about the lost luggage on my last post, I got a phone call. It was seriously 1 1/2 hours after posting. A nice Albanian woman was trying to figure out where I live so that she could tell her father where to bring my luggage!!! Finally, we determined to meet in front of the Embassy. I raced out the door and made it to the Embassy in record time. (It helped burn calories before dinner too). The driver gave me and my luggage a lift back to the apartment. I'm so glad that I know my direction words in Albanian! This was the first time I really didn't mind a crazy driver (he was turning left in a make-believe lane). I was just so thankful to be situated. Funny how two bags had me running crazy. It was an unsettled feeling. Losing my luggage has always been a concern of mine, but now I don't think I'll be as preoccupied with that possibility. The experience has certainly had its merits. And I agree with April... what doesn't kill you makes you stronger....and builds more character....and makes you humble.