With my head still spinning and processing the whirlwind week of Hivefest and everything that followed, I decided to embrace the most illogical course of action. Illogical for some, but for me, well, I've always had a soft spot for the unconventional and the unexpected twists of fate. So why not write about the end first? After a smooth run of Hivefest—no crazy incidents, nothing majorly upsetting, like getting hit by a car or breaking my toe – I found myself in a situation that could have given me quite the bitter aftertaste if it wasn't for an unexpected hero and a bizarre twist of fate.
This is my second Hivefest post. More will be coming. I just like to start at the very end...
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Our last Day in Rosarito, well almost...
I had one backpack filled with essentials and was in the process of distributing items into several bags as we were preparing to vacate our apartment. In a moment of fleeting decision, I placed the bag containing our passports and the kids' birth certificates inside the Hivefest bag. For a split second, an inner voice suggested putting it in my backpack instead, but I brushed it aside. Something I came to regret dearly.
Always follow that inner voice. It's a wise lesson.
And so, I left behind the Hivefest bag, containing our passports, birth certificates, and nothing else but Hivefest swag, on the bus that transported us into town. It wasn't until about an hour later that I realized my grave error.
I had been engrossed in sorting things on my laptop, attempting to book our return tickets, when the realization struck that I no longer had the bag in my possession. Meanwhile, Bryan, fondly known as 
This illogical twist of fate had thrown us into a predicament. Our passports and vital documents were now embarking on an unintended journey—an adventure we hadn't bargained for but were about to navigate nonetheless.
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The Hero of the Year
I called and texted Bryan and my daughter while panicking slightly. This panicky feeling grew by the minute and by the time I got the message that they were on the way back, I was in full-blown panic mode.
However,
Without hesitation he hopped on the next bus to (hopefully) get our lost bag back.
Within less than an hour, he messaged me that he didn't have it in his hands yet but that the bag had been found. And less than 30 minutes later again, there was the hero in the flesh, with my bag and all its contents. Quite hard to believe no one even wanted all those beautiful Hivefest/Mexico trinkets...😁
WOW. I couldn't believe my luck! 
I did feel that lucky.
But even luckier to call a guy like
I owe you a drink (or two) next time hehe.
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Conclusion
The day that started normal and ended with a twist. Wow, what a day. After this, I could finally book our flights back. Not that I wanted to leave...and neither did the children for that matter.
Probably a good thing that we had to go because those amazing donuts and other pastries from across the road would have killed us...
We arrived home around 11 am on Tuesday the 3rd, and the only hick-up I had since leaving Rosarito was an ATM that told me I'd used up my daily limit, even though I hadn't...Yeah, just when you think you get off scot-free, something comes up to remind us that shit happens.
Minor hick-up. I can honestly say that Hivefest, and the little bit of after-fest we had, was absolutely worth going through it.
P.S.: No worries. I'm only getting started. Just because I wrote our end of Hivefest story first, doesn't mean I'm done... Enough photos and vidoes for some time.
Oh, and just in case you don't know the hero in question...He's on the left in the photo above. Good times!
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