In Country Musings
A year and a half ago, a friend invited me to stay at her home in Ligao, Bicol for a week. That’s a 45 minute plane ride away. She was feeling a bit lonely. Most of her friends are in Manila. She married a gentleman farmer and led a quiet life after globe trotting much as a flight attendant. She enjoys the settled routine but at times misses late nights; long talks over coffee and watching hordes of people go by. People tuck in after dinner (6 p.m. or so), neighbors are quite a ways (acreage you know), the city (Naga) is a long drive and coffee shops (though not unheard of) is a concept incompatible with people growing and brewing their own coffee, I guess). You eat out because you don’t feel like cooking or wants something that's not exactly in the food pyramid. She couldn’t go out because of the baby and did not want to play Farmville when she is in a real one.
I am always in awe of nature and her raiment. It is why I sought out dorm rooms in exclusive villages with tree-lined roads – like leafy arms to shelter and revive you- and bats overhead (not to social climb; hardly the case when everyone lives behind tall walls and hedges and all you see about is the help). It is why my UP Sundays are important appointments to keep. “All things green and wonderful, all creatures great and small, all things bright and beautiful, the lord God made them all.”