Luggage lost. Not the start to my trip I had hoped for. Suddenly, all of the meticulous packing and shopping I did seems completely pointless. As we sat by the luggage carousel at midnight last night, I was confident that my huge black suitcase with the adorable frog luggage tag would roll around the corner any second. As each of my team members and our students victoriously claimed their belongings, I smiled, knowing my treasures were going to be next. So, when the attendant called that there were no more bags coming out, I was as shocked as I could be. I sunk into a brooding silence while I filled out the required forms for lost baggage and took the necessary phone numbers to call Lufthansa if I did not hear from them soon. All that packing. Alas.
Today, when I awoke, the Indian sunshine filling my room made the whole situation seem much less dire. Late this afternoon, I will use the 4,000 rupis that Lufthansa gave me to see what India has to offer in the way of interim clothing and creature comforts. I suspect that no matter what happens, this place will remind me that no matter what I thought before, the contents of that bag do not define me in the least.
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