Something to write about

Well, as you may have noticed, I am not a real big blogger.
Anyway, here is the beginning of my adventure. After spending a week in Montfavet with the family I was headed to Pamplona. I had my flight booked to fly via Biarritz (in the south west of France) and take the train and bus the rest of the way. So off we go, Kevin and I to the airport at 5 am. My flight was leaving at 650. As I am waiting in line to check my bag I realise that my wallet is missing...panic set it. I called my uncle who had already left to go back to Avignon. (him and the family were supposed to head to Lyon that morning) Thankfully he made his way back to the airport for me. After we did a full search of the entire terminal, including garbage cans and notified the police, back to Montfavet I went...not really sure what to do from there. On my drive back after unsuccessfully trying to cancel one of my credit cards I had a message on my phone. Hallelujah! Someone found my wallet and it still had everything in it. Oh...happiness! And oh, what an idiot I was when I dropped it getting out of the car.
Well, with the great news of my wallet, came the side note that it was no where near where I currently was. As I had already caused a slight ¨time¨set back for the family I got a train from Avignon to Toulon in the south of France (east of Marseille) where I was meeting the woman who found my wallet. And what a WONDERFUL woman she was. She found me at the train station with the help of my big backpack (how could you miss me) and gave me my wallet. She was there with her husband. They asked me what I was going to do then and I said try and find a way to get to Pamplona Spain where I was headed. They told me they would wait to make sure I found a train etc. My train wasn´t until 1050 pm (it was about noon) so they had me go home with them where they invited me to spend the day instead of waiting in town at the station. They were such a lovely couple. I had lunch with them took a nap and a nice walk around the grounds of where they lived. That evening we had a nice dinner before Agnes took me back to the train station.....14 hours later, Pamplona!!!!!
It was quite an adventure but I made it and along the way I met some really wonderful people.
What is that saying.....something about all ending well.....