Yesterday was my last day in San Antonio. Steve and his associate Peter intentionally packed all of their equipment in advance so we could spend what time we had left seeing some sights. First, just let me say, I love San Antonio. It's so beautiful and the River Walk is really something special.
We visited the Alamo. We took a river cruise. We had a very lovely TexMex lunch. We walked around and took pictures. Then we convened back at the hotel where we caught a cab to the airport. I specifically remember Steve asking me where to put the camera. I took it and placed it in my purse strategically so that I could easily retrieve my camera and phone when going through airport security.
Though I was traveling alone (Steve was on a different airline), I breezed through check-in and there were hardly any people in the security line. That was good. I grabbed a bin, took off my boots, put my backpack on the conveyer belt, and reached for my camera and phone which I knew were in my purse. I pulled out my phone, but couldn't feel my camera. Hmm. I was carrying a very small purse, so that was odd. I stopped briefly and looked through my backpack. I looked again in my purse. No camera. WHERE IS MY CAMERA?
I'm not one to outwardly panic, but I sure wanted to. There are important, irreplaceable pictures in my camera! I got through security without issue and stopped again to go through my things. No camera. I called Steve right away but couldn't reach him. I was sure he gave it to me, but hoped that perhaps he noticed it in the cab or...oh I don't know...something.
So here I am. Blogging. No camera. I swear it simply vanished. I put a couple of calls into the airport lost & found and the cab company, but I'm really not feeling optimistic. Thankfully, many important photos had already been downloaded to Steve's computer. But the ones from our day in San Antonio...gone. Pray for a miracle return.