When drunk on the beaches of Barcelona, I had the contents of my purse stolen. The thief was nice enough to replace the weight made up my digital camera with a stone, and left my travellers cheques and photos in my wallet. I was so intoxicated on life itself and life in Barcelona that the entire episode was nothing more than another interesting experience to me even to this day, but the loss of the camera meant two things:
No photos of some of my friends on the trip who left the next day, no pictures of some very memorable events preceding it, and thus no really lasting memories of these things. And it also meant no photos for the next month I was in Barcelona, during which I saw some of the most beautiful places I've seen on Earth. On the upside, I had to sketch and draw a whole lot more to make up for it and those sketches are just beautiful...