When the bus moved on

This year I started my annual trip with an unexpected event: I lost my luggage.

I took a bus from London to my final destination in England. When the bus stopped for a break I decided to look for a toilet. When I came back, no toilet found, the bus had gone. I was there alone, only with my phone, somewhere in England at night.

The first thing I did was approach someone and ask for help. These nice girls called my friend and helped me out. Still, all my belongings were gone: passport, clothes, wallet, laptop. I thought, “I will get them back tomorrow.”

Well, after one week of not knowing if I would get my things back, the bus company finally sent me a message to pick up my luggage. Many lessons learned.

Now I am back in Peru reflecting on this, I realise I have a lot of resilience. I am detached from things in general, and I know things will work out eventually.

A good example of this: I forgot a bag full of sweets and chocolates in Switzerland that I had collected in different museums and cities. Most people I told this were horrified: “Oh no! How could you?!” I was calm. I accepted it.

Of course I love chocolates. But I have learned to accept what is not under my control.

Luckily, my Peruvian friend is travelling this week to Switzerland, and another friend in Basel will travel to Bern to give her my precious bag.

Coincidence? I don’t think so. Trust.