Irene and I were at a resort on the Island of Samar in the Philippines. It wasn’t a great resort nor was it really bad. It was just below the standards I have become used to living in the US. Other than the fact that it was difficult sleeping in a room with a barely functioning window air conditioner and a rumbling generator kicking in when the power fades, I was content.
In retrospect, it is very difficult to complain about anyplace that provides an abundance of sun, the calming sound of ocean waters lapping at the shore, dainty fish darting in and out of weed beds, brown and black mottled geckos hunting insects in staccato movements, and sunsets so colorful it’s hard to believe they are real.
We were visiting the land where she was born, raised, and lived most of her life. She gave me the gift of seeing this exotic location…
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