M-whY

I woke up feeling like shit. It wasn't serious - I didn't have a fever or anything - but I was convinced the quickest way to recovery was to spend a day or two indoors. Sprawled out on my bed in the infirmary, I mean, dormitory, I stared out the window at people going about their everyday routines.

For a day, I lived vicariously through other travellers.

"I lost my wallet!" I heard a girl exclaim. "Right after I withdrew 150 lats! (Approximately US$250.)"

"Ouch, did you have your credit cards in there too?"

"Yeah, but I can call and cancel those. But 150 lats! We were at the supermarket, and when we got to the checkout line, I noticed my bag was open. Someone must've lifted it."

I've had my fair share of incidents like that too. A pilfered camera, a stolen credit card, a misplaced wallet. Tina went downstairs to make some phone calls, and returned a few minutes later.

"So what'd you to today?"

"Nothing. Lie in bed all day. I have a cold," I explained.

"Oh, what're you taking for it?"

"Cough drops?"

"Here, I have some stuff." Rummaging through her bag, she produced some vitamin C tablets among other things. I accepted them appreciatively; I know colds are viral and get better by themselves, but at least this stuff would ease the symptoms.

Night came early as usual. A ballet class went into session in a gym across the street, giving me something else to look at in addition to the pedestrian traffic below. For the second consecutive day, I conclude with nothing much to report. I didn't even get very much blogging done. After all, the purpose of a sick day is to not do any work.

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