The Old Baguette was first informed that she was in Cyprus, stuck before an ATM without a card and in desperate need of $2800, early Saturday morning. She was, of course, in Minneapolis. During the course of the day and early evening, she received about 20 more calls.
She talked to a few she hadn't heard from in ages. Wonderful! She now has a new e-mail which she will not divulge lest Sextant get mad at her. She advises patience. She'll send it to you when she figures out how to use it.
The Old Baguette also has a cold. A ghastly, devastating cold. Sextant, that makes me angry. You betcha!
While she is thumbing through her tour guide and looking for her ATM card, she is trying to figure out how to get to her home page, to the Internet, and to her new e-mail.
