I bought a postal envelope to send my cell phone back to Minnesota tomorrow, and so I'm officially phone-less for the forseeable future. It's a very strange feeling (thinking your phone is ringing and reaching to grab for it, but you don't have one.) It's also a very liberating feeing. As I explained to my friend with the Crackberry: how can you go and relate and connect to new friends in a new country if you are addicted to your phone and getting news from home? It's bad enough I spend so much time on the internet whilst traveling. I don't need to be texting all day too. Who knows what I might miss?
The next step in my twelve-step 'information junkie addiction' program will be to cut down on internet use. We'll see how that goes.
I don't know when I'll have internet again, so there may be no posts for a few days. Mom and Dad, this does not mean that I am kidnapped and in a moss-eaten-grave. That said, you should hear from me in about a week, and if not: call the Policia.