All times aren’t good times.
Heading into the subway at the start of our day, I was pickpocketed and we lost all the money we had on us, with barely enough to get back home.
All our plans were ruined, and I had to worry about ID theft the day before Christmas.
We were angry, frustrated, stressed, and pissed off. But we were together. So we allowed ourselves time to vent, to let it out of us, and then we walked around the city, stopping at places where we could explore without paying–like walking through an antique bookstore, a Judaica shop, and an art gallery.
Shitty things happened, and they always will, but we made it through.