Everything can be replaced except life. As long as I am living- life is great. This morning when I arrived at Casa Jackson I discovered I left my cell phone in the back of a tok tok, those fake taxi things. It’s not just any phone- it is a Blackberry Bold 9700. It is sleek, sexy and sophisticated, like me. My heart started to race, thinking and hoping I left it in my room. I never bring my phone out normally, but I needed to be back in the hotel by 1pm to catch my shuttle from Antigua and I wanted to have a way to tell the time.
I left Casa Jackson and walked back to my hotel. Not a good idea because of the muggings on the road and the fact I had no clue where I was going. Eventually after a 25 minute walk on the outskirts of town I made it back to my room. My blackberry was not there. I am never too worry about my safety- I think with my black skin, short hair and the way I walk in combat boots I am not an easy target. Most people would just go for the blond girl in a little dress walking alone- trust me there are plenty of those around here.
My response was that of any 23 year old woman- I need my mommy! I called my mom around 8 times, no response. I didn’t call my dad, because it is Sunday and I figured he was talking about God to someone. I called the church and told the secretary “I need my mom, now.” The next voice I heard was Reverend Doctor Daddy. I had been relatively cool up until this point something about hearing either one of my parents voice has the ability to break down my toughness. I then begin to cry while trying to tell my father what was wrong. He asked me what could he do to help me, did I want them to get me a new phone and he also prayed for me before handing the phone to my mom. It is surprising how much relief that a pray from my earthly father can provide. Me and my mother discussed how to cancel my phone and whether or not to send me my old Curve (which I thought about bringing). I hung up with them and I am tough again. What done is done, time to move on.
Of all things I could lose in Guatemala- my camera, laptop, money- some how my uninsured Blackberry is at the top of the list of things I didn’t want to lose.
I am good now. Blackberryless, but good. Alone in a foreign country but I am safe. I am pretty and I am still Blessed.
My Blackberry Bold, Isis and I in happier times…sigh.