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The Necessity of a Cellphone

Some nights of travel are perfect, where you have a nice meal at a cozy restaurant, trying local specialties and wine, soaking up the ambiance with a content baby eating puffed cereal in his seggiolino (high chair). Other nights can be like this one. I am waiting for my husband Chris to arrive home at the trulli apartment, after a long trek by train and bus to pick up a rental car for us, while the baby and I stayed behind. It's 9pm, and I am fixing whatever we have at the apartment for dinner, which happens to be baby food size pasta (tiny pasta alphabet!), canned white beans, olives and pesto, with salad. We won't starve but it won't be good.

I am sick with nerves waiting for Chris. Always when we travel, we travel together. But with a baby involved it got complicated...do we both shlep to the rental car place, causing issues with naptimes, etc, or does he do the horrible errand while I stay behind for the nursing and naptimes? So, he went ahead while we stayed at the apartment.

I walked up to the 'new' section of Alberobello this afternoon and bought a prepaid cellphone after he left, and I realized, good God, I have no way to reach him to know if he is OK. Nor he, us. At least he knows where B and I will be, but it is still nerve-wracking and entirely senseless. We didn't exchange numbers. He may not remember the address of our place. I don't know which rental car place he was going to. We were entirely too nonchalant about the whole thing.

I now humbly understand a little of how my mother feels about this situation. She feels uneasy when she doesn't know exactly where I am going to be. At least what city I will be in. Now that I am alone in one city, and my husband is two hours away in another city at night alone, I understand that feeling of helplessness and insecurity. What if? What if something were to happen and I couldn't find him? I don't care anymore how much it costs, just get a phone so there is a way to be in contact. I have heard my mom tell me this time and time again. This time, I get it, and I spent 70 euro today just to prove the point. No cost is too much for this security of being able to reach the ones you love. OK, now I get it.

Ahh, and just as I am writing, and starting to reach a level of panic (He has been gone exactly one hour longer than I predicted it would take him)... a knock on the door. Yes, my heart can relax, he is home. Time for baby pasta pesto zuppa, made with amore.

Posted by globalmomma 13:23 Archived in Italy Tagged travel rental car phone cell separation alberobello

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