Saturday, February 19<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

That fateful day, I was with a group of 12 people on our way from beautiful, tropical, Isla Mujeres.\u00a0 Destination Minneapolis, where the journey with my new friends had started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At Punta Juarez in Cancun, my purse was stolen. It contained my passport, visa, wallet with two credit cards and my debit card, my smartphone.  I reported the theft to a security guard who asked details of the theft and took my email address.  She said she\u2019d check security cameras and let me know if she found anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had spent the previous week with this group, becoming (hopefully lifelong) friends with these amazing folks.  Out of kindness, generosity, sympathy and concern, many members of the group gave me money, both in pesos and American cash. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I used the money to purchase a round trip ferry ticket to go back to the island, where two members of the group, John and Lissa, housed me for the next five days, again displaying remarkable generosity and kindness.   John and Lissa instructed me to save the cash the group had given me for expenses I would incur during my return trip after I left the island.  Lissa and John supported me in every way possible, allowing me not only to stay in their dwelling, use their computer, borrow a cell phone, eating their food, drinking their bottled water, and paying for every meal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n