Mixed Signals

I guess we were pretty far out in the, well, in the beach? Islands? Mountains? My phone in my room was showing some weird No Service. And when I went outside it flashed Emergency Calls Only. Everyone else got signal pretty much everywhere. And I had seen Bert take his phone down by the tennis courts to find signal.
So I pulled on my hoodie, filled both my pockets with chocolate, grabbed my cellphone, and went to try and find service.
I snuck out the back of the houses with the mountains rising up one side. It was beautiful. And awesome. There were stars everywhere. I snuck in pitch balck around the backs of the houses until I came to the final one and circled around towards the tennis courts. There were a couple lights turned on now, and I started pacing aorund the tennis courts with my cell phone in hand.
There was a Greek family sitting outside right on the other side of some thin shrubs, talking loudly and having dinner.
After about 15 minutes of walking and staring at my cell phone, and praying desperately that God would let there be signal, the cell phone lit up with some sort of weird Greek service message. I had 8 new voice mails. And I knew who all of them were from.