Why I Am Not a Luddite

I traveled to Mallorca last week, and, for the first time ever when traveling internationally, I didn’t miss a beat. Usually traveling to a new country it has meant, at the very least, no cell phone reception. Which turns out to be fine—I just get to the phone once I’m back home and respond to people. But now I had Google Fi International, and so even among the wild olives and lemon trees, on the most secluded trails and goat roads across this mysterious ancient island, I was responding to Signal group chats, playing into Twitter beefs, entering my Confirmation Number on janky airline app UXs. I had planned to be working while I was here, not vacationing, so this was expected. But it did feel rather odd.