This year one of our biggest dreams came true.
I always said to myself that my moving back to the Philippines as an adult had to make sense. When I made that decision fifteen years ago that meant scuba diving every weekend. I knew Anilao like the back of my hand. I was a beach bum with the best tan — until my skin paid for it with severe breakouts. Then something happened that made me retire my dive gear.
I’ve always wanted access to the beach and the countryside. We’ve worked hard on those and continue to do so. I always get asked, “Will you ever move back to Canada?” And my answer always varies depending on the current situation. Canada is family. Fresh air and open spaces. It’s home. Half of my life is still there. But so is the Philippines. It’s home. So while that question can’t really be answered with a period, I figured this all had to make sense for us and the kids. I want them to have childhood memories of the true beauty of the Philippines. And I’m not just talking about beach resorts. This weekend, we finally had a taste of that.
We visited the site of our small property in the south. Here we hope to build a little cottage and fill it with happy memories. We don’t know when that cottage will happen, but this piece of the earth is ours now. And memories are already being made.
I dressed for a leisurely afternoon in the country. I got this Indian woodblock print dress in Jaipur. The necklace is made of plastic beads, not real coral. I also forgot one of my gazillion sunglasses… of all days to forget. So Patrick lent me his Wayfarers.
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