Where did I put that...

A little more than a year ago Allison, Levi, Zeke (in utero), and myself were in Spain visiting my mom. It was a glorious trip (which you can re-live here).

I was reflecting on the trip a couple of days ago, and remembered that I hadn't seen the keepsake I had gotten to remind me of my time in Spain. In Toledo I purchased a very nice and relatively expensive pocket knife. This was no ordinary pocket knife, for one it hardly fit in my pocket, and two it was made by real blade craftsmen. The knife was razor sharp and the handle was made from bull horn. It was, or is, awesome.

But I can't find it. Truth be told I have only given a cursory look in several places partly because I fear a serious turning over of my house might result in me coming to grips with it being lost forever.

The problem is I can't find another knife that my brother got for me from Morocco which makes me think that I put both knives away somewhere out Levi's reach and in a protected place. They weren't in my usual protected places but I still haven't given up hope.