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Input: Text: for my cake day my dumbest moment. this actually happened two summers ago but i still feel stupid about it. 

i was traveling around europe with my brother hitting a lot of the major cities: rome, venice, paris, berlin, amsterdam, london and dublin. we had 15 days to visit all these places so there was a lot of traveling between hotels and whatnot. 

at the end of our trip we flew from london to dublin in the evening to stay at a hotel near the airport before checking out of that hotel to go to a different hotel in the city for our last night spending the last day in dublin. 

by this point in our trip we were pretty good at traveling using public transportation. i looked up on my phone directions to the hotel, using our old hotel's wifi as i hadn't paid for international data, and found that it was a quick tram ride followed by like three stops on a bus to get to the new hotel. easy. we got this. 

it's important to note here that my brother and i had been taking turns wearing a money belt for the trip with our passports and cash in it. each day we'd take out only what we needed and wear the money belt to keep the rest safe. that day things we're different. being our last day we were almost out of our money so i just took the rest of our cash and put it in my wallet throwing the money belt into my backpack. having just arrived in the country my brother still had his and put it in his bag. 

so we check out of our hotel, get our tram tickets and hop on the tram with our backpacks and our luggage. our stop comes up and we get off and walk toward the bus stop. a few minutes later the bus arrives so we pay and get on that and grab our seats. a few minutes into the ride a wave of panic hits me.

i don't know where my backpack is. 

i look all around and i don't see it. i tell my brother and i can see the same look of panic in him. we get off the bus at the next stop to try and figure it out.

let's pause and take a quick inventory of my bag:

* passport
* laptop
* tablet
* folder with all of our travel/hotel/flight plans

so i'm really freaking out. i call my dad back in the us to try and get the number for the transit authority's lost and found. 

while i'm waiting for him to call me back we see a line of taxis waiting for customers so i decide to ask if they know where the lost and found is. i ask around but no one seems to know. one of the drivers directs me to a tourist information store across the road. i figure why not i'm stuck in a foreign country its not like this could get worse. 

so i leave my brother to wait by the cabs while i go ask this store. after waiting in line of course they don't know either but figure that the bus headquarters down the road might. great. so i text my brother to hold tight and head down the way she directed me. 

i don't know if it was my anxiety or what but i could not find this place for the life of me. i looked everywhere but couldn't find it. finally, out of desperation i see one of those hop on hop off tour bus with no one but the driver in it and decide to ask him. 

i walk into the bus and ask if he knows about the lost and found and he does! he tells me it's a outside of the city but that there is a number on every tram stop that you can call. but that's not all! no he decides to call them up for me and explain the situation. he gives them my name and information and instructs them to call me if they find anything. 

after hanging up with the transit authority he looks at me and asks when i'm going home. i have to look into this man's eyes, my current hero, and tell him i'm supposed to go home tomorrow. at 11:00. in the morning. 

i can see the sadness in his face when he tells me that he loves his city but there's a strong chance that i never see that bag again so we need to get me a new passport. he tells me that it usually takes some time to get an appointment at the us embassy but that an agency called something like the garda of tourist protection has some pull with them and can get me an emergency appointment today. 

so he waits while i go get my brother and bring him back to the bus, gets off of his bus and takes us to get a cab making sure that it didn't rip us off and that it knew where it was going. all in all he spent a good 45 minutes of his day helping out dumb tourist me. this man is an angel. 

anyway we take the cab to the agency and lucky for us the bus driver knew where it was because we never would have found it otherwise. it was a dinky little buidling with only a paper sign on the door. we get inside and explain the situation only for them to ask if we've filed a police report yet. shit. 

so we leave our luggage (intentionally this time) at the agency and walk down to the nearest police station where there is exactly one officer taking reports for 15 people. a solid 45 minutes later we are heading back to the agency police report in hand. 

once at the agency the employees check out the report and get us on the phone calling the embassy. the lady working there explained to whoever at the embassy what was going on and managed to get us an appointment as long as we have the report and our flight information. 

success! one stipulation though: i need something like 130 dollars us cash for the passport. i'd been studying abroad before the trip and didn't have anything like that in cash. so they explain that they can take a card but only until 4:00. it's 3:15 already. 

we rush to get a cab and get to the embassy. on the way there i call my mom to get our flight info (as my copy was in my bag only god knows where) and we arrive at like 3:30. plenty of time. 

only the guards out front have no idea who we are. after a few minutes of explaining and some calls inside they agree to let me in but want to see the flight info. i tell him i'll have a flight number in a few minutes but apparently that wasn't good enough. no they needed a full printout of the flight info. 

at this point i'm exhausted and just done i tell him tough that's not gonna happen i'll have a flight number at best. he makes a call and they agree but as i'm going in he asks if i have regulation passport photos on me for the new one. of course i don't because who just carries those around? i'm instructed that there is a pharmacy down the road that can do them for me. fantastic. 

i sprint down to the pharmacy to get my picture taken (where of course i look sweaty and disheveled) and sprint back to the embassy pictures in hand. they open the door and i tell my brother let's go but i'm the only one allowed in. so my brother is to wait on the curb outside the embassy with all of our stuff while i get a passport. hopefully. 

so i get inside and after waiting for what seemed like an eternity i fill out some paperwork give them my pictures and my credit card and 15 minutes later i have a new temporary passport! 

the immediate danger of not being able to go home gone i walk outside to call my parents to get our hotel address because i don't even know where it is. at this point i'm tired and sad because while i got the passport i was still out a laptop and tablet. 

we get the address and take a cab to the hotel where we check in no problem and head to our room. it's like 6:30 now and almost all of my time in dublin has been spent so we decide to go walk around the city at least to make the best of it. but before we go i figure i'll email the transit authority to give them my info again just in case. 

not 10 seconds after i sent the email our hotel phone rings. what. no one knows our hotel phone number but maybe our parents and they would just call my cell.

another ring. i pick up the phone and the person on the other end tells me that they found a bag have a bag for me at huston station and when can i pick it up. i tell them immediately and he says that they close in half an hour so to get there quick. i tell him i'm on my way. after hanging up i look at the clock and see its 6:45 and think to myself 7:15 is a weird time to close, is it actually 7:00 and he didn't know the time?

either way my brother and i rush out to get a cab and when we finally get one and tell him where we need to go he tells me "oh that's gonna be a problem." apparently there had been an accident on a highway on the way there and traffic would be slow. i tell him it's very important and to do the best that he can. 

on the way there my brother and i figure that they must have gone through my bag, found our hotel and called us from that. we also figured the bag was empty of the important stuff and that we shouldn't get our hopes up. 

when we arrive i throw my wallet to my brother and run inside because its 7:05 and i don't know when it really closes. i find the customer service place and as i'm telling the lady there what's going on i see it. my backpack is sitting on a table behind. she grabs it for me and as she's walking back she says to me "ooh its heavy."

i thank her and turn around not even bothering to walk away before i open it and low and behold all of my stuff is still there. passport, laptop, tablet. everything. i walk out and tell my brother and call my parents to tell them the miracle that just occurred. 

so i missed out on seeing much of dublin but i did get my stuff back. after getting my backpack we decided it was a good time for drinks. we needed it. 

 

for what it's worth my brother and i agree the people of dublin were by far the nicest people of our trip. there's no way we could have gotten by without all of their help.

TIFU by losing my passport in a foreign country