They say bad luck comes in 3's

The sun is finally peeking through the clouds. I have officially had my cast on for 3 weeks and, if healing went as planned, I should only have another 3 weeks to go.
At the beginning of my time in Nantes, I remember writing a letter to friend. In the letter, I noted that one rarely spots wheelchairs roaming the streets of Nantes. I have figured out why. According to a recent article, Nantes was deemed the most handicap-friendly city in France*. This is sad.

Curbs in Nantes are 4” instead of the usual 6.

Maybe if wheelchairs could climb stairs, off-road, and fly then they would be practical in France. I’ve had some awesome adventures in my chair. So far Jennifer, Sophie, Rhys, and Krista have pushed me. I think the common consensus is that it is just easier to use crutches. On my first outing, the wheel got stuck in the tram track. I hopped out of the chair (much to the confusion of the 2 men helping us) and one proceeded to pull the armrest from the chair while the other successfully freed the chair from the track just in time for the oncoming tram to pass.

If I were a stick figure, I too would abandon this chair.  Luckily my chair locks up when I go too fast.

After the tram disaster, and gracefully falling up the stairs to Candace’s apartment, I decided the next night I would stick with the crutches. It just so happened that the next night was my rugby team’s first home game. One of the girls from my team came and picked me up. While watching the team warm-up and living through Gargoyle: Part 2, I gave in to my urge to recount my adventurous day to Krista. My phone was nowhere to be found. I checked the locker room. I checked my backpack. I checked the car. Nowhere.

Photographer: 0            Keri Ann: 1
 I successfully ruined this photo by holding up ¾ of the team behind me while hobbling onto the field. 

It was touch and go there for a while, but I did live through another week of school.  I bought a new phone.  I was ready for the weekend.  I had not seen Rhys since Misty’s party, so we decided to meet for coffee on Friday.  Krista was in town and was nice enough to agree to push me.  I don’t think she will be making that mistake again anytime soon.

Krista & I would fit right in

 We had all finished our Chocolat Viennoises and decided to switch cafes.  They sit at, and I roll up to, the table.  We begin to order.  I decided that it would be a good idea to check the cash flow, but my wallet is nowhere to be found.  I check to my right, to my left, under me, on my lap. Nothing… In all the excitement of switching cafes I must have left it in the other one.  Sarya and Rhys go and check.  Nada.

Broken leg, lost phone, lost wallet… I was afraid to ask the obvious question.  I still am.

I believe all things happen for a reason.  I don’t know why bad things always happen at the same time, but they do.  Maybe I’ve finally passed the test, learned my lesson, turned the corner.

I was recently informed that my cell phone was found in my friend’s car.  A gentleman from Paris named Vincent Kervella found my wallet, found me on Facebook, and returned my wallet to me.  Things are most definitely looking up.  With only three more days of work before the two week vacation, the sun seems to shine brighter each day. 

* http://www.francesoir.fr/actualite/societe/handicap-nantes-ville-plus-accessible-perpignan-bonnet-d-ane-71788.html