Remember my M.I.A. passport? It found its way back to me! I have no idea where it has been in its 3+ month journey since it left its cozy home in my bedside table. I only know where it ended up – the public library. But not the public library across the street from where we live. Nope, one of the other many libraries in Ottawa. How did it get there I wonder? Who did it meet along the way? Near the end of its journey some nice stranger must have picked it up off the ground somewhere and turned it in to the nearest official looking place, and then some nice other stranger thought it wise that such a handsome looking passport should be kept snug and secure in the safe (no cardboard box lost and founds for this lost booklet!). I wish its pages were filled with stamps from all the places it went before finding its way back to me. I may have gone to Africa with another passport, but this one still had an adventure all on its own! And with it, an old boarding pass folded safely inside.