Jehovah's angels in Italy

This cycling journey literally began by being graced by jehovah’s angels.

I was not even ten minutes into my first ride, my heart expansive

my mind open,

I was on a high

Exhilirated to finally begin my first cycle touring

Down the coast through one of the most beautiful countries and coastal rides in the world.

Who would not have a space of high energy, high spirit running through their veins.

I was staying up in the Marini area of Cava, just outside of Salerno.

I set my pedal down and off I began, down a large hill and into the town of Salerno, (just south of Naples)

Rain literally pulmed every inch of my me and my belongings..

I did not care

I was testing the waterproofness of my gear...

Along salerno’s oceanside coastal area I flew

pedals as quickly as they could go, with the 30+ kg of weight I was carrying

my body was slighly confused, yet adrenaline overwhelmed me

I set salerno to my back and I began my long ride towards the city of Agropoli, where I may be spending the evening, depending on my pace and my temperment...

About 3 hours after I had set foot on my pedals and began my journey, I realized my gear on the back of my bike needed a slight shift and readjustment.

Even though the rain continued to cover me, I was still smiling with joy...

I stopped my bike on the side of the road,

took a look at my rear belongings

and suddenly I slide my hand down the left side of my shorts and realized the pocket where I keep my wallet was wide open....

oh boy...

I immediately began to backtrack in my mind

and then seconds later, my phone rings...

on the other line is a man.

“AAArrroon” in a very strong Italian accent.

I answer yes, I look down at the number and I do not recognize it

He says “Duuutch?

“Francais?”

Allemagna?”

All of which I answer no and he indicates

“5 Minutees”

I say ok and he hangs up...

I have no idea who this is

I have no idea what he is calling about..

I am not sure it is from a fellow couch-surfer, as I left my number in a few group posts.

Immediately after this anomous call I receive a call from my potential hosts in agropoli, so I know it is not them...

After these calls, reality sets in and I begin to search through where I think I might have left my wallet, but in the back of my mind, I know I do not have it

It has fallen out somewhere on the road between here and 3 hours ago, up a huge hill near cava....

In a country where I do not speak the language

on a rainy cold day at the sea..

I have around a hundred dollars US on me, but I am suddenly aware that this cycling trip may be coming to a screaching halt in the road...

However, witinin my spirit’s knowing and my inner intuition, I think this man who called just moments after I realized the loss of my wallet, might be the solution to my problems,

but honestly, in what real world is that possible.

My wallet fell out of my pocket while cycling down a fairly major road in italy,

I just spent two weeks in napoli, where theft is a common occurence, in a country where employment is not exactly on the rise and people’s need, like anyone would greatly enjoy the 120 euro I had in my wallet, along with easy access to all of my credit cards for as long before I got to a phone to cancel my cards...

So in these moments, I turn to some moments of prayer, meditation and just gratitude for the best outcome for this situation, whatever it may be...

just moment later, the phone rings and it is the mother of the man who called earlier...

I ask her,

“do you have my wallet” as though she may possibly have a clue what I am refferring to..

She answers, calmly and kindly “yes, and we have all the money in it as well!”

“We are jehova’s witnesses, and my son noticed your wallet flying all around in the rain up near Cava and he picked it up.” (luckily and gracefully, I had put my sim card holder from vodaphone in my wallet, mainly because I did not know anywhere else to put it)

So naturally, they found what was in there and he called me!!!

i was overwhelmed with joy, gratitude and just simple god’s grace upon this journey!

I cycled back the 40 km to salerno, through rain and wind, that I was sure was stronger, heavier and more intense than before and met these two angels in the train station.

I realized after speaking with his mother, her son was just out of a job, and easily could have just taken this wallet for its belongings, but instead he chose to make the divinely guided choice and as a result I made two new friends in Cava!

I left some euro’s for his good deed, even though he was reluctant, and I set out on my cycle for the day, with an aura of appreciation, awe and just joy for how amazingly perfect this journey was beginning...