It’s been an adventurous week. On Sunday morning, after nine straight weeks of hosting visitors from around the world, Chavie and I headed out for our family trip to Europe with Zeesy, Menny and Chana Laya. Three flights, and twenty-seven hours later, we made it to our mountain chalet in Werfen, Austria; our first stop on our road trip. While Baruch Hashem Zeesy’s cooler with her special medically guided meals arrived, two of our seven bags didn’t, including our “Kosher snack backup” bag and my duffle bag. Phone call after phone call, email after email, form after form, dealing with Delta, KLM and Austrian Air, baggage handlers in Munich, Amsterdam and Vienna, the bags finally made it. Yet, being in a foreign country without my clothing, without my “stuff”, without knowing what I’d wear for Shabbos, was hard and left me feeling hopeless; I felt vulnerable.