When I returned from Hawaii I checked our answering machine and sure enough our bags were found. The police department from the next town over, Capitola, found our bags in some garage of rental apartments. Luckily they identified it was ours by Enzo's prescription fluoride that was in there. On Monday I went to pick up was was left. Anything that was worth $anything$ was gone including a lot of clothes. However, we did get some clothes back and our suit cases, so we were happy. Unfortunetly, other cars were broken in to that same night here at family student housing, including our good friend's car that had his windows broken. I guess it was a good thing we left our doors open after all. Anyway...going to Capitola to pick up our bags was a good experience because I got to see the town a tiny bit. Right before our trip Christian had gone there to look at a long board and kept telling me how cute the town was and how we needed to go have a beach day there. Yesterday we went and it was a lot of fun. I love all the colors and quiant arquitecture.