08.03.11
We hadn't been at the beach together since ten years ago, to think we grew up together--isn't that embarrassing? I promise, we make up for it today and the next three days.
I've pooled our travel fund, she's in charge of the food fund; we have more than enough for beer, and mementos for friends waiting for us back home.
They share the big bed, I own the small one in the corner of the room that is the least cold.
They're outside watching a movie while I'm off to bed, to rise early to watch the sun come. (/100 words)
08.04.11
For fifty pesos more I had a double main course: meaty crabs that I ate with my hands, something I only do when I'm home, and not really that often. Today's a blessed day.
Tarsiers are suicidal primates.
A python sheds skin and eats monthly--choice between two goats or one pig.
Dolphins show every day but only for a few, before the sun's in full view.
Bees bite when it's raining.
Flowers may be eaten.
I think about the things I learned today to take my mind off the most disgusting, most disappointing news.
I wish it weren't true. (/100 words)
08.05.11
Being in the water is a different story from being on it.
Nothing quite beats waking up before the sun does, polishing off cold pizza before an early morning dolphin show -- for seven sparkling seconds, they surfaced for us.
I had one side of our little boat to myself. My life vest, my pillow, hat on my head; sea was a vast indigo, deep, dark, infinite--spraying salt, slamming on us, I drifted. I had "Wannabe" on loop in my head, I had found my spot of calm.
I think that was when I decided: I have to go back.
And you know you're never sure
But you're sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
~The Smashing Pumpkins
Thanks for the song,
wiji. You have an awesome birthday playlist :)