Monday, August 4, 2008

Back from Paradise



One of my beliefs about life is that there are only a handful of things that we truly love. "Love" as a word is overused and exploited. We say we love ice cream sundaes. We love fast internet connections. We love no traffic in the morning.

I try and intentionally use the word love. I reserve it for people closest to me and, now, for one other place:

BORACAY ISLAND.
[BOR-AH-KIE]

Does the phrase Tropical Island mean anything to anyone? It does for me now. I just returned from, arguably, the most beautiful island beach in the world and I was nearly crying on the plane. After six weeks of intense learning, emotional rollercoasters, and transition, spending three days on a perfect island is quite possibly the greatest idea in the history of vacation ideas.

I hate to be so short, but I am e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d. As wonderful as Boracay is, getting there is quite the process. Taxi, plane, van, boat, van, walk...then voila, the most perfect place in the world to unwind. The taxi ride from the airport was another harrowing experience of swerving into the oncoming traffic lane and then playing chicken with an ENORMOUS bus that could flatten the Statue of Liberty.

Tomorrow is the last day of the program and I need to spend some quality time with the family I have made out here before we all separate.

More on the Boracay trip soon!

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