Without missing a beat

And we're back, as though we never left. K and C are enjoying science camp to the hilt, and no doubt, Melin is as well, for they are gainfully occupied and out of the house from 9-5 for a total of five days of what constitutes the "summer" break in Singapore. And me and T? Back at work, wondering, what now...what next?

Bohol deserves its own entry; though I will say those four days and three nights were lovely. Bohol is lovely. T texted me yesterday: Let's live in Bohol. What could we do? An English language school. A family style boutique resort? A tour company. So clean and so simple and time seems to pass more slowly. We asked how long it took from the airport to the resort, and we were told, half an hour. But it took twenty minutes. They said the pump boat ride to the marine sanctuary was twenty minutes, but it took closer to ten. And to the Chocolate Hills, it was supposed to be an hour, but it took forty minutes...so strange. I found myself dropping bill after bill into the rusty donation boxes of every tourist attraction we went to. How awful if it were all just to disappear. T said: How do you know it's going there? But then I caught him putting cash into the Tarsier donation box. Aah the inconsistency.

The driver of our resort car said Bohol is blessed. Alright, those are my words, but that's what he meant. He told us that it was a law (the actual word was patakaran) to have a religious saying on every commercial building. He said in Bohol, the weather is always good, and it never storms, and it never rains for more than an hour. ("But on this island, the earth sings!" was the music in my head). What got me right there was the sight of all the different sized houses with the placards: ATTORNEY AT LAW, ARCHITECT, and of course, the ubiquitous NOTARY PUBLIC. One placard of a homey, medium-sized bungalow rather frighteningly stated: MEDICAL and SURGICAL CLINIC.

There is a reason that we didn't get to see the dolphins.
We are going back.