When we pulled up to the terminal, I put my iPhone in airplane mode, and must have left it in the back of the taxi. I didn't get a receipt, and honestly don't even know what taxi company it was from.
When I realized it was lost I was despondent. Jen watched me sit on a bench outside the terminal writing down the phone numbers for all the cab companies. She also tried calling my phone, but since it was in airplane mode (and locked) there was no luck.
All of that to say I no longer have a phone, and probably won't until we're back in the States for awhile. It's been about a month - I'm starting to accept that it's gone.
It does make the phantom phone ringing even more ridiculous, though.
Jen didn't know what phantom phone ringing is. It's when you think your phone is ringing in your pocket even thought it's not. In my case it even happens when there isn't a phone in your pocket.
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