8th July 99, Thursday, 1950hrs. Internet cafe, Florence. Robbed.
Yesterday I was robbed. My wallet, my traveller’s cheques, my Interrail ticket and the necklace I bought for Jemma in Marrakech. My wallet had about 170 000 lire in, my credit cards...AAAAGH! They took my wallet OUT OF MY POCKET while I was asleep in our hostel room. I can’t believe it.
Thankfully we are in good company – last night we met an Australian chap, Brett, who is driving around Europe, who gave us a lift from Verona to Florence via stunning scenery. I had also cashed a travellers cheque in Venice yesterday and unusually put the money in my shoulder wallet with my passport and travellers cheque receipts which wasn’t touched (actually under my clothes next to my skin), so that has cushioned the blow, but I’m still reeling. I feel stupid, vulnerable, naive, too trusting.
BUT.
Italy hasn’t turned sour for me because of it. Driving through the hills of Tuscany listening to the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack on the car stereo (Brett has good music taste!) was fantastic, talking and sleeping.
