Off to the peak we went, all slammed into one cable car with at least a couple other families resembling something of a sardine can. There I stood in the cable car as it drew closer to the peak of sugar loaf mountain, snapping as many pictures of the beautiful surrounding landscapes as I could. Little did I know there was still so much more to see. I was under the impression that once we reached the peak of the Loaf it would simply be an observation deck or a small precarious platform to look out onto the bays from. However, to my pleasant surprise once we reached the top there was a gift shop, a place to eat, several observation decks in which you could see all of Rio de Janeiro, as well as an elaborate set of trails on the backside of the mountain. These very trails would become the cause of a very acute and temporary stress on my part. Somehow, Someway, my phone ended up outside my pocket. After retracing virtually every step I could remember taking, both before and after I remember having my phone yielded no results, I turned to Vanessa for help. She was able to quickly speak to most of the security guards atop the loaf asking weather or not they had found a phone or even heard anything about a missing phone. Luckily one of the security guards remembered another tourist asking where the lost and found was because he wanted to return “something”. This very security guard ran over to the cable car that was already on the platform about to leave, found the man the previously asked him about the lost and found and told him he in fact knew who the phone belonged to. With our fast acting wonderful tour guide Vanessa, the local security guards, a good samaritan (whom I wish I could have at least bought uma cerveja) as well as what seemed to be boundless luck on my part I was able to get my phone back and even get a few more photos coming down from the peak. To think all this happened on the first day, I simply cannot wait to see what lies ahead.