The trip had been going very well to this point.
After seven and a half weeks in, with “only” four and a half weeks to go, having already gone through a mini-tour of Costa Rica, a harried border crossing, Nicaragua, London Heathrow, Seville and Malaga/Mijas during Semana Santa, then Barcelona and five days on Las Ramblas – all without incident – we spent almost a week in the relaxing confines of Vauvenargues and the slower pace in Aix.
Maybe there were no previous incidents because I was always in the right place at the right time. Or maybe it was because I was more vigilant before. Whatever it was, I let me guard down, and I was an easy strike for… pickpocketers! Continue reading
