03.13.2013 - 03.13.2013
It's easy to lose track of where we are and what happens next. As usual, when we are enjoying ourselves, we don't think about the future. We build a makeshift wall behind which the future grows larger and more mysterious because we haven't our attentions to focus it or pick away at it. Eventually the wall falls away, and we stare at the future in dismay. Why didn't we do something about this earlier? But we know perfectly well it's because we didn't want to.
On Apo Island we allow ourselves to dive and eat and sleep and read and play basketball and snorkel and conduct desultory conversations to our hearts' content. A gentle sea breeze sloughs away the heat, but somewhere outside of the shade is a hot, frazzled world that we can't bear to bother about.
I love our room here. Windows facing three directions, a deep, tiled balcony, and expansive room full of light and air. If we could extend our stay week by week, we might end up living here forever.