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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Galera II bit 1

I looked out the office window this afternoon and was washed with memories of my second trip to Puerto Galera [May 14-16]. I have no idea why. The view is nowhere similar to White Beach.

Life in Puerto Galera is idyllic. It is my dream retirement.

We stayed in this bahay kubo (nipa hut) without air conditioning, fluorescent lighting, appliances, not even comfy beds. The hut stands in a mango plantation so the natural breeze eased us. There were huge capiz windows that let natural light illuminate every corner of the room in the day and the yellow bulb provided cozy lighting at night. A lone electric fan supported the breeze. Comforters were all we needed to lie on. It is amazing how people forget to be fussy when drunk.

Routine included waking up, chipping in for food, marketing for food, cooking breakfast, eating breakfast, going to the beach, climbing the wall, basking in the sun, cooking lunch, drinking with no limit, getting drunk, dozing off, waking up, cooking dinner, eating dinner, drinking with no limit, getting drunk, then finally calling it a night. Of course, non-stop smoking. Ayayay, I think my lungs blackened by 30% after that.

These we did for two days. Ayyy... the life.

Photos to follow.


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*.* as if! @ 5:39:00 PM • • RBJ

 


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sleeps with butterflies ~ tori amos



Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live?
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat?
I won't push you unless you have a net


You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy


Balloons
Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl, this girl

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy


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