A lot of people have wished me safe travels or traveling mercies on this trip. And I'm very grateful for the warm thoughts and timely prayers. It seems like sometimes it's just automatic to say this to someone without giving it deep thought. And it's also automatic for us to just think things will be safe...until they're not. While we were in Colombia, in the Cartagena bus station waiting for our bus to Medellin, Megan's backpack was stolen. We didn't notice when it happened, but we have a good idea who took it. None of us realized it was gone until Megan rejoined the group and said "Hey guys, where's my backpack". I immediately thought this wasn't going to end well. It was just a feeling. The next half hour, well it was crazy. We all worried, stressed, and felt violated and frustrated. How could this happen? Megan cried- I would too if I lost my laptop, ipad, some money and other things that I needed.