Yesterday I lost my phone in a cab. Or maybe someone else borrowed it without me noticing. Not sure. I last used it at the hospital where Angie and her sisters were born, then we caught a cab back to our apartment, and when we arrived, I suddenly felt that it was not in my pocket. I tried to contact the cab company, went back to the hospital to look for the driver, found many listeners very sympathetic to my sad story, and in the end, I realize that in a city of 2 million, I’m not likely to find that cab, and I’m not even sure that’s where I lost it.
So now I’m without a phone and it feels like I’m missing something important – my maps, my camera, my Spanish dictionary, my notes to myself, my kindle, my travel resource, etc. etc. Until now, it was my blogging tool as well. Now I am borrowing Angie’s device and I’ll have to have the sisters send me photos. Maybe it’s all a good reminder that I was too dependent on it. I’d rather have that lesson come at another time.
But actually I’m not alone at all. Carole was waiting for us at the airport when we arrived in Quito, and Eliana arrived early yesterday morning. So now we’re all here in Quito and it’s great. We have an apartment here for a few days. We’ve gone to HCJB and to the hospital and we’ve had several great taxi cab drivers who give us tourism advice and take us shopping and give me Spanish lessons. I’ll write more about it when I have access to pictures.
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