Life’s Turns, or, ‘Who’d ‘ve thunk’

It was just a passing thought at first. A fantasy even. Spawned by intense boredom, increasing frustration and lack of purpose combined with a boss who, after twenty plus years of support and having never traveled, up and left it all to fly to Haiti to see for herself. Yes, food for fodder. And I fed.

Philippines was not my first choice. After all, at the time it was my teeth that were of most concern and needed attention. A dental issue I have battled my whole life was screaming in my brain. Mexico was the first thought, but, drug cartels were not very welcoming as they were in my youth. Then my mind South. Literally and figuratively. Panama! Yes, Panama it would be, except the costs varied little. At least not enough to warrant the journey. More research was needed.

Having never traveled before and knowing only a few lines of Spanish, I had to be honest with myself, I needed help. Therefore I did what any sound minded (of which I wasn’t) middle aged single man at three am at work at a hotel desk in middle America would do.

“Tagged!” rang in my ear. Island girls from all over the world eagerly sound and caring advice. Very knowledgeable of their country and they speak English. Never mind the facts that they are all gorgeous, they all live in paradise and the price? Where else can you get a pizza, liter of beer, pack of smokes and  poolside room for $40. Did I mention the 24 hour tour guide?

So, Philippines it is!