Last week I was staying in Birmingham, England, which is known for its huge market. I was going through the mall and the market, and I'm pretty broke at this point in my journey, so I'm only buying the essentials and a few commodities. So I found a stand that sold cheese and bread. I already had some food at my hostel, but this was cheap, and I needed some for the road anyways. So I bought about £6 worth of some DELICIOUS cheddar and sunflower bread (which is roughly $450), and brought it back home to my hostel and got ready to leave for Plymouth the next morning.
But the next morning, the kitchen was locked. All my food (4 rolls of sunflower bread, a brick of cheddar, Gouda, and brie, and a pack of couscous) were all inside. It was 7am, my bus left at 7:30, and the kitchen wouldn't open until 8.
I waited around for an angel to descend and reunite me with my food, but one never came, and I had to make the hard choice to leave it behind.
This was several days ago, and I'm still pretty bitter about it. I've since replaced my lost friends at a local grocery store, but its not the same. It will never be the same.
However, I can rest easy knowing that the hostel will not let my cheese go to waste, and they will bless its goodness to other travellers.
Knowing this, I think I can be at peace, and I can say goud bye to my lost cheese.