One time in Belize, because Mr. Hubby and I miscued on who was in charge of whose bags, my backpack with all my camera gear and SD cards—all of our pictures from the whole trip—took off in the small airplane for the next village. The camera could be replaced. But not the photos, not my travel notes.
Exiting the tiny terminal to wait for our connecting fight and say goodbye to our guide, we explained our sad situation.
He lit up like in only the way a warm Spaniard can.
“This is Belize, man. Let me talk to my friend. He’s a taxi driver in the next village. Maybe he can meet the plane and intercept your bag.”
My heart started racing. What were the chances I’d see our photos again?
We waited on the curb and chatted with the guide, hopeful but still in a bit of a pall because of our stupidity. The stupidity of not communicating correctly.
Sure enough within 10 minutes before we were to board our flight to Belize City, a taxi pulled up to the curb. A real taxi – not a pickup truck like so often used down there. The driver grinned and held the bag out the passenger’s window.
The story made for a fun adventure, but I will be more careful next time to keep track of bags and communicate more clearly.
Have you almost lost something important because you weren’t paying attention to what you should have been?