i'm officially upset abt losing my camera in spain. i know it's been a really really longggg time since it happened. but i guess it nv sank in. now. i have no photos to remember the fun we had. the crazy photos we took. and my brain desperately tries to grab bits and pieces of the places we've been, things we said, photos we took, laughter we had, sites we saw... how long will my brain hold on to this? we have nothing that we'll look back on 30,40,50 years later and say...remember that time when we were at the hotel in madrid? or the beautiful hostal in valencia? the crazy photos we took in the madrid room? maybe this will be the only memories i can hold on to. the rest, just slipped by me. in that minute that we lost that bag, i lost a part of my life. and that will never come back to me.

and life is like an hourglass glued to the table.