Shortly before I left for the Dominican Republic I called Verizon to see whether or not my phone would work outside the U.S. “Of course it will,” they said. “But it will be super expensive.” What excellent news, I thought.
Just before leaving the office the night before my plane took off, I wrote the most wonderful sentence I’ve ever written:
The first few days I felt like a smoker trying to quit after 25 years. Whether I was lying by the pool, playing sand volleyball or going up for thirds at a never ending buffet, my actions were interspersed with frequent urges to check my phone or email.
And it wasn’t just phone deprivation; I had no real access to any media. A few mornings, I tried to watch the news but the only English-speaking channel was a random local Colorado news station (why? I have no idea). I didn’t even hear about the Chilean earthquake until a day or two after-the-fact when someone finally mentioned it in the hot tub, at which point I decided to write this post.
By the end of the trip, my digital cravings finally calmed and I was able to completely relax (minus the concern for my rather painful sunburn). It was refreshing to know that I could live without it; and maybe life would be more like a day at the beach if we weren’t so glued to the Blackberry.