a stroke of mal suerte (bad luck)

my bad luck streak started friday morning, when i had to go to class at 8. which is bad luck in itself because that is TOO early. 

then after class, i went shopping with some friends since we were done with class before 11, and when i was at the checkout and needed to show identification to use my credit card, i noticed my passport was missing. after completely searching through my purse, where i normally carried it since i hadn't gotten around to making a copy to carry instead, i headed back to my school because i thought maybe i had left my passport in the computer room after i used it to buy plane tickets to paris.

well, my passport was nowhere to be found, so i went to the restaurant i had gone to the night before for tapas (little appetizers) to see if i dropped it there. and i hadn't. then i went to the ice cream place i had also gone, but it wasn't there either. so i went back to the school and asked the front desks if someone had turned it in, but no one had. so since i was in a bit of a panic, a lady at the front desk tried to contact the embassy and see about getting me a new one, since it was obviously missing. BUT, the embassy was closed by then since it was almost 2 in the afternoon, so instead i just headed back to my apartment since there was nothing else i could do.

so i was already upset and everything, but i was figuring my day would get a little better at least since laura, her roommate, and i were heading out for a picnic after i picked up some things in my room. but after i got in the elevator with three other people, the elevator got freakin stuck between the zero and first floor. the other people took care of pressing the emergency button and calling people to get us out, so we were rescued within ten minutes or so. 

so then i got my food, went with laura and theresa to the parque de maría luisa, and ate and hung out for a bit. then laura and i decided to go to the museo del artes bellas, so we headed over there and walked around there for a bit.

then i came back to my apartment and after eating, headed out with laura to find a flamenco dancing show to watch. BUT, although i thought my bad luck streak had to be over, unfortunately it wasn't and after wandering for a bit, we couldn't find the place and headed back to a tapas bar some other friends were at.

but there is a silver lining to this tragic tale of my horrible luck ...

i found my passport on saturday!!!! it was in my room between a bunch of papers on my desk. not quite sure how it ended up there, probably when i took some photos and papers out of my purse it got caught between them, but either way, it is found and all is good with the world!!!