End of my iPhone 🤯

 Beautiful day for traveling. Had a wonderful flight between San Francisco and London, where I sat next to the tour manager of the Pink tour, and an easy hop across the English Channel to Paris. In between, my phone disappeared. 

So did my brand new khaki rain coat and a small bag of jewelry. I do have my iPad and can communicate with that where there’s Wi-fi, but I’m really sad. If the airlines had not told me in SF that I couldn’t take my travel size sets of shampoo and moisturizer, liquid anti-histamines and sunscreen in SF through Heathrow, I would have been ready. But I had to consolidate everything and toss a lot. I asked the agent, Where do I donate the brand new items, he pointed to the trash can. So I dumped them and fretted. 

It seemed too convenient that the Boots Pharmacy was right after security. They must be making a fortune.  I decided to walk a lap and see if there were other options. At another Boots store, I put down my phone and raincoat so that I could use the self-checkout. It was when I collected my items and walked out the store that I realized I as missing my phone.

FYI, Lost & Found is another company. Nobody on site to help.

I was starting to panic, but then decided to methodically retrace my steps. No luck. Gate agents- no luck. One nice customer service agent helped me make it through to my flight, after the British Airlines manager said they’ d charge me 375£ extra to change my flight. I wanted to stay and keep looking. They said I’d never find my phone and I should get on this plane before it took off.

I made it to the gate with a wobbly lower lip and wobbly knees.  Then I met Amanda from South Africa and learned she had just buried her mother.

40 years ago, I didn’t travel with an iPhone. Maybe I can do it again.

Oops.There’s a bunch of tickets on it. And photos! Should I buy a camera and a burn phone?

Thankfully with friends tonight in Paris. Dinner at Malabar ( near Rue Cler) and highlights of the French Open.