I'm writing this in the garden with Bim-Bim, the daughter of one of the housekeepers where I'm staying. Rather, I'm writing while she's playing with her kitty, a white, flea-bitten kitty who i've made the mistake of falling for. I've fallen for Bim-Bim as well, for that matter - she's 5; and like any 5-year-old with a stranger, everything that she does is with a glance over her shoulder at me, the (seriously) gigantic white guy sitting at his computer in the courtyard of her house.
It's cooler out here - I have all my windows open but the breeze is more than what manages to make its way into my apartment. I feel like I'm living in a greenhouse, like Allen Gardens in the winter - though there's no shock of cold when you leave, the humidity and green engulf you and you have no choice but surrender to it. The only cold exists in the malls. Consequently, everything is done slowly. I haven't run for anything since arriving and I doubt that I will for the entire time I'm here.
Ah, you are a lovely writer. I am blessed this summer with good writers!
ReplyDeleteI love that you have been able to stop running. I haven't been in a warm climate in so long and have forgotten what that low gear feels like. All I know is that after reading your post, I miss it. Enjoy the pace big, white guy. We will keep things running in the hamster wheel back here.
Enjoy the slow pace while you can because things up here have yet to heat up for the summer.
ReplyDeleteYour writing really painted a picture for me I could only imagine little Bim Bim running around with her kitten lol.
awww....) really enjoy reading your blogs and it really makes me want to go there and visit for myself. I left the Philippines when I was four years old and haven't gone back (I am now 27). The little girl's name reminds me of my mom's nickname for me Maeng-Maeng, which takes after my middle name, Mae.
ReplyDeleteYou write beautifully.
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