Two months ago, my partner and I dropped our phones into the Mediterranean.

OK, that’s not exactly what happened. What happened was that I’d heard friends talk about how some people in Zurich pack all their belongings into tightly sealed waterproof bags and float downriver to work every morning, or home every night. I thought that would be a great idea. We’d pop our phones in the Brilliant Bag and swim from the busy public beach in the island’s main town to one nearby that you can only reach through private residences or by sea. We’d hang out, read to one another, make out, then swim back.

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