Damn it. For the first time in my entire 2 years traveling… my pants* were lost. I sent them out to be laundered with a small bag full of other Egypt-dust-caked clothes and they never came back. I was heart broken.
You see, I loved these pants.
Not only were they just one of only three pairs of pants I travel with, they were my favorite. I just bought them a few months ago at REI in Los Angeles after several shopping trips to find the perfect pair of cute yet practical Prana travel pants. They were stretchy, hugged my curves and retained their snug fit no matter how many times I wore them. And now they were gone. Sniff. They never came back from the laundromat and some other traveler or hip Egyptian chick was probably wearing and enjoying them right now.
The good news: the hotel I was staying at was highly apologetic and paid me in full for the pants right away. Of course, I didn’t want their money… I just wanted my damn pants.
I miss you, pants.
*for the Brits: Pants=trousers… not underpants!