From a police report filed in Barcelona the night after my purse was stolen right out from under my feet as I gorged on delicious fried fish and guzzles white wine:

• Un bolsa de color azul de la marca "Angela Admas" de valor 40 euros. (my fucking purse that I loved... it was blue and square so it held lots of books with just the right length arm straps)
  
• Una camara digital de la marca "SONY" modelo "desconocido" de valor 200 euros (my sweet little camera with a months-worth of photos from Spain. Thus the reason that I have ZERO photos to use to update my much neglected blog.)
  
• Un telefono mobil de la marca "Nokia" modelo "desconocido" de valor 65 euros (my stupid mobile phone that had all my Spain numbers on it. At least it wasn't my phone from home. Sigh.)
  
• Una targeta de credito tipo "Mastercard" de la entidad bancaria "Hannaford Federal Credit Union: anuladas a nombre de la denunciante. (Really? Do I really have to call my bank at 2am and try to cancel the card? Yes. Actually No. I really have to call my dreamy boyfriend who took care of it for me.)
  
• Unas gafas de sol de valor 40 euros. (My sunglasses that I used to jog with. I didn't have any good jogging gear. I look like a bum when I run. But somehow these glasses made me feel like I was a runner. Sigh.)
  
• Un iPod de la marca "Apple" de valor 250 euros. (This is the one that really hurts the most. We had been through so much together. So much. Every day I walked through the city, comforted by the songs of my favorite artists. It was my soundtrack. My friend. My lullaby at night. Fuck! I wonder where it is now... is it cold? Lonely? Does it miss me?)
  
• Un juego de llaves del domicilio de la denunciate. (My friend's apartment keys. My last day in Barcelona was spent looking for a locksmith and paying 45 euros (almost 60 bucks) for a set of new keys. Oh brother.)