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Published: March 11th 2006
Castle Construction
Everyday, all morning long, these guyes contructed these fantastic castles that gave romance to the already magical night on Boracay beach. Jen and I spent many mornings laying in the hot sun, admiring their delicate work. It has been 4 days now in Boracay. Small impressions include tiny ants (bed bugs) on my bed and all over my clothes, bits of seashells and coral along the fine, smooth, white sand shoreline, bowl of "goto", Filipino congee, along with the chicken (or duck) egg and black yoke (incidentally, in case you were wondering, yes the black yoke is a half formed fetus...yum yum), "turo turo"s along the "road" with quiet, kind, eager Filipionos awaiting late night white curious customers, sausage on a stick sliced and diced in a floral pattern coated in a sweet tangy spice BBQ sauce, soaking wet bathroom floors and toilet seats, dive bombing beach birds, aquamarine water,wet glossy black igneous rock, "yes ma'ams" and "lunch ma'ams" and "sarongs, pretty necklaces, massage ma'ams", Celine Dion, Tracey Chapman, Bob Marley (of course).
As a trip, it has been an amazingly diverse 4 days for being "stuck" on a "boring" beach in Boracay. And everything is coloured in a slightly obscured light. Everything near to perfect, slightly bittersweet. Nothing should be perfect. Then one goes numb to it all.
Somethings have been difficult. Our first impressions were of dark sweaty scrupulous streets- full of shady
Far end of the beach
Cocomangas lantern at night. characters looking for innocent Canadian prey. Since then my impressions keep soaring. Last night being the highlight of it all. The intention to come to a "honeymoon paradise" was not to walk hand in hand down the beach at night with live serenades every few meters and crashing waves, though that is lovely. It was not to come and drink myself into a trouisty frenzy, though no doubt that will be all I do when Travis gets here. The intention was to go somewhere where I could just BE. I am very poor at this. I am not too bad at DOING, much better at FEELING, but BEING is sometimes the most difficult thing in the world for me.
But here I have managed pretty well. It is easy to say a tropical beach alone can make a person melt away their cares just by the cobination of soft sand, palm trees and crashing waves. It's true, warm weather breeds relaxation, and the sound of crashing waves and rushing palm leaves rocks a person into a coma, but aside from these obvious triggers of relaxation, this is the first time I have just let myself lose the inhibitions and
The island's island
Tiny island off the coast of Boracay..you could wade to it and then pay your respects to the Virgin Mary. the expecations of other and just live. Make some memories, or forget each moment as it passes. The important thing is to be in every moment. If I am rocking on a hammock, that is the only thing in the owrld that matters. If I am meeting new people and giving it my all on a dance floor or a converstaion with a stranger, I am there. I am living.
Even if that means I have to get eaten by bed bugs to do it.
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