boa sorte by vanessa de mata and ben harper

boa sorte means good luck in portuguese, which is pretty much my anthem these days. i arrived in nyc this afternoon. shortly thereafter i lost my wallet. thanks to philip, i stayed mostly calm and tried to think of ways to get an ID before i have to fly back next week. we cancelled my cards and came back to nick's apartment, where he'd made us a lovely dinner.

in my wallet were my moo cards with my email address, so i was secretly hoping someone would email me saying they'd found the wallet. philip was certain it would happen, and sure enough, after dinner, someone emailed me telling me they had my wallet for me.

boa sorte in nyc. for sure.