Feb 14. Coba Pueblo. Hotel Sac Be (Bedroom). visited Coba

Very unfortunate day. Take collectivo to Coba on the way to Tulum. Hang out with two Dutch guys. We Leave our packs at the sanatario with the attendant. Walk and walk around the large area of Coba (many people are being ridden around in tricycle taxis). Hot and sweaty we have lunch and then wait for the bus to Tulum. In an ominous and stupid foreshadowing a woman calls to me as I walk past that my pack is unzipped and book has fallen out. I thank her but am too tired and hot and stupid to realize something else might have fallen out.

We take the bus to Tulum where  I check for my phone and  ... it's not there! God you are stupid! What could have happened to it?
I'm certain I didn't leave it on the bus. I ask at the ticket counter to see if anyone has turned it in in Coba. They don't speak enough English to understand. What to do? Find a Yankee with a phone and ask them if I can call my phone!
I hear an American accent from a woman and ask her.
"I lost my phone in Coba and am trying to call it"
"I found a phone in Coba!  [I look at her dumbfounded] I'm not kidding!"
 She tells me  she turned it in at a counter "near the bridge". I thank her and wait for a bus back to Coba. Walk back to site entrance and there  (the site is closed but have a couple of people still there) I ask  about a lost phone.
"I'm sorry we know nothing"

I had planned to be walking on the beach this night but instead I'm in sleepy whistle stop Coba Pueblo, listening to dogs fight and people setting off firecrackers, lying in my $30 bed (expensive, no dorms),  trying not to worry myself in insomnia, telling myself not to give up there is a chance they will have my phone.