!#%%&^#$%&&&(#@$%^#!!!!!!!

.....and that was how I felt upon realizing that I had been pickpocketed.

We went to Sol to meet up with some of Stefany's old friends. Just to paint a picture, Sol is the equivalent of Time Square. Since the Spaniards love to party, they did a test run of New Year's Eve last night. It was so crowded that I was surprised that I didn't break a rib trying to get from point A to point B. After about 30 minutes of being in the crowd, I noticed that my bag was unzipped. $47, 42 Euros, and credit cards, all gone. Those things are minor but there were things that held sentimental values, like pictures, the wallet itself was a gift, my UMD ID that I wanted to keep forever, my first "I voted" sticker. I immediately bursted into tears and hated the world. I ended up spending an hour and a half on the phone cancelling my credit cards while in a bar, using someone's cell phone. Thankfully I still have some US dollars and Stef is here to help me out. My passport is safe, and I wasn't physically harmed. I didn't want to be a downer and drag everyone else down, so I continued to hang out with them and went to a bar. My friend, Vodka, helped me get through a shitty night.