Internet Cafe (n): a room containing several networked computers for users to access e-mail and such. It does not necessarily look like a Starbucks w/ PCs and iMacs. IC's don't usually serve lattes.
Becca and I just returned from a day at Volcan Poas, north of San Jose. I'll talk about that trip later, though, because I've just returned from sprinting after a thief. He got our shoulder bag.
No, it wasn't on either of our shoulders. In fact, I pulled the major "no, no" and had placed it on the ground between us in the IC, tired of holding onto it (lest a thief snag it). Thinking we were shielded enough in the bag to prevent such, I placed it down.
Yes, I feel really stupid now.
Fortunately, we had been using the umbrella and Nalgiene (water bottle that I believe will only break when driven over by a semi), and I had just connected the digital camera and flash drive to the computer. He ran off with a dead camera battery and soem sandwiches left over from our trip. The bag was cheap.
Arrgg... I had been so good about holding onto it, too. Becca has been even better about that stuff.
Lesson learned: if the items you're traveling with aren't connected to your body, go get duct tape or another carabiner.... Or be ready to say goodbye to them.
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