Small Potatoes


This was going to be a blog post about our lovely trip to the local market in Arequipa this morning, complemented by lovely photos, especially one I took of the many varieties of potato they have here in Peru. Instead, this is a blog post about how my camera was stolen just outside this same market. As we were leaving the market on a crowded street, someone from above or behind spit heavily on us, causing a man (the accomplice, clearly) behind us to cry out in disgust (as did we). During the moment of disgust, someone grabbed my camera out of my pocket. We didn’t even realize until sitting down at a cafe that we went into to wash ourselves and have a coffee.

Oh well. It wasn’t a particularly expensive camera, I am just slightly bummed that my lovely market photos are gone, and that I fell prey to the type of diversion that I am well aware of (having been traveling the last 2 years). On the other hand, I am quite fortunate that nothing major was taken and we weren’t harmed in any way. C’est la vie, no big deal.


  1. Mom says:

    You have the right attitude, but I’m so sorry–theft is a violation, in a way, an invasion.

  2. Kelly says:

    I’m having picture withdrawl….and it hurts!