My iPhone doesn't work in the United States. Or, more succinctly, the roaming charges would cost more than a flight at high season. So, along with my desktop, my automobile, and my TV work, I have laid my iPhone to rest for the next five weeks.
In a phrase, I am entering the No iPhone Zone.
It makes me light-headed at the thought, really. Fiddling with my various apps as we waited for the travel agent to nail down the actual flight times that had changed since we booked the trip seven months ago, I realized how wonderful my iPhone feels, resting with such trust in my hands. When some of my friends warned me about how fragile an iPhone can be, I quickly ran out to get a protective cover for it. And I've dropped mine twice; each time it was cushioned by an ultra-shock absorbing cover, a 'thick skin' if you will, to ensure a soft landing on any hard-tiled floor. I take great care to always have it with me. Not very slow of me, I know. But there are some things a girl just can't do without.
Or can she?
As the travel agent clicked and tsked at his desk, my children and I each pulled out our various gadgets to make the wait more bearable. He went on and on with the airline until I finally got up, confident that my children were adequately distracted, and ran an errand before plopping myself down again. Just as I entered his office again, he put down the phone.
"I really don't have time for this," he sighed, as he folded the final travel documents into an envelope. His desk was clear, he had no to-dos bursting from his appointment book, and I wondered, as I discreetly tucked my iPhone into my bag, what he did have time for. Booking travel arrangements for people is his job, after all. Maybe it was all in his iPhone hidden in a drawer somewhere.
As we gathered our things, I spoke loudly enough so the agent could hear me. "We're travelling without our gadgets," I explained to the children who looked at me quizzically. But then, through some magical spell, they agreed.
"No iPod, no iPhone, no nothing. Nada. Nichts! We're going to take in our surroundings when we reach the States. Basta!"
We all laughed at the thought of a real-live unplugged vacation. Go West, young lassy. And leave those devices behind. I can do it. I know I can.
It may not be as quiet in the car now, but I'm actually glad. That No iPhone Zone is sounding pretty good after all!