Hola from Cuba- (Universe Is Calling From Cuba, part 2)
“Did you see my phone? I can’t seem to find it.” I said to my spouse Kim. “No.” And we both began looking for it, with every turn of the suitcase my heart sank a little deeper. “I think I left it in a taxi last night, I saw a black object on the seat when you were getting out of the taxi and when I looked back it was gone, that must have been my phone, and it slipped into the seat or on the floor at that point!”
The pacing begins, “no, no, no, no I couldn’t have!”
But it was true. I left my phone in a taxi, in Cuba, and we were packing to go back to the US today.
All the pictures I took of our whole vacation in Cuba, gone. The music lessons I took and recorded, gone. The audio recordings of music and fun times in Cuba for the podcast, all gone. Not to mention how my life will be effected when I get back to the US. I need a new phone, but thank God for the iCloud I had a back up of contacts and apps. But the vacation, my life changing moment in Cuba, all gone.
I broke the news to the Potato Mafia, the 5 other girls we were traveling with. They all realized that all the pics that I had been taking were also gone, but somehow in life you motor on.
We headed to the airport and I called Andres, our guide to have him look out for Cesar and his car. I didn’t have the taxi number, but I had a lot of details that it wasn’t impossible. Driver’s name: Cesar, handsome, tall and thin, with longer black hair on the top, that flopped to the side over his shaved sides. Car: 1955 Chevy Belair, white and dark pink exterior with pristine white interior covered in plastic, so well taken care of, with suped up interior lighting.
The whole journey home, flashes of pictures and moments would pass through my mind as I remembered what I lost on my phone, but I did appreciate, as all the girls were logging onto the wifi on the plane that I was still unplugged. The lack of internet in Cuba was easy to keep from checking my phone every 10 minutes.
In returning to the city. I somehow figured out how to use an older iPhone we had as my new phone, since I was still paying for the current phone and it seemed a bit more manageable to know that I wasn’t going to be out of pocket for the loss. However, in order to get back on line with texts and phone service I had to go to ATT.
“Hello I’m Dennis, how can I help you?”
“I just returned from Cuba where I lost my cell phone and I need to activate this old one.”
“I just returned from Cuba.”
I took a second at him in. I recognized him, he was on both our flights to Cuba.
“You were on both my flights Thursday and Monday!”
He said, “JetBlue 242?”
Incredible. The universe seemed to seriously be in my favor and I really started to think there was a strong possibility that I might get my phone back. Not that this man had anything to do with my phone going missing or even knew the taxi driver. It just seemed, as a friend put it, ‘The Universe is looking for you!’
What are the odds that I would find a man from our flight of 200 people in NYC with over 8 million people? We wondered at the coincidence for a moment and he helped me set up my old phone. I was whole again, or atleast technically speaking. I briefly wondered as I wandered at the possibility of getting my phone back and put the powerful phrase out there to the Universe, “I will get my phone back,” this was Friday.
Sunday morning we woke up and were puttering around the house and I noticed I had a new comment here on Medium, someone needed to talk with me! I didn’t recognize the person and I thought, oh perhaps they wanted to use my article on Cuba or had a differing opinion than mine on Cuba. Since Medium was new to me, I thought this more likely. After checking in, I did what most Americans do, I bounced to another social networking site and I see the same name pop up in my “add new friend” on Facebook. I clicked on the image of the person to her profile and I yelled to Kim, who was in the office.
“Kiiiimmm, come here!” and she rushed in. “Look at that picture!”
“Cesar, that’s Cesar!” she screamed. Yes it is Cesar and I see there was a message that they have found my phone. Somehow with a locked screen, probably a dead battery, and a phone on airplane mode, they were able to find me on Facebook from another country, that has a lack of internet and infrastructure, they found me! “Hola, from Cuba!”
This story is still in progress, so I leave you with that. Anything is possible and all of this was less than a week of me losing it. Technology made this possible. I think of this and I really start to see the possibilities of connecting the world with technology. I see the benefits of keeping my Facebook profile, that I have been vacationing from this year as I have tried to dive back into my own personal life, I see how I can maintain relationships from afar and how I can even begin new ones from one country to another, no this technology isn’t new any more, this has actually been around for awhile, but I bet you thought Cuba wouldn’t know about Facebook!!! It is also not only the younger generation, our host Mildred somehow figured out how to rent her home via Air B&B and she is consistently full. Cuba is not that far behind, I expect true greatness to come from Cuba and I have a feeling it is going to come first in art, which we have heard through their music such as Buena Vista Social Club. Cuba celebrates, educates, and trains their artists to be the best and to focus, I have first hand experience with this, which I will account later, so follow for more stories of Cuba.