Still roaming around the Philippines… living the seemingly endless cycle of checking out of hotels, boarding planes, complaining about the traffic and trying to jam as much work into a day as humanly possible. At this point, spending two or more consecutive nights in the same hotel is starting to bear a powerful resemblance to waking up in your own bed and Cebu Airport is quickly beginning to feel like a second home.
The best thing about landing a spontaneous project on a military base (besides the seriously movie-esque jungle foliage & bamboo buildings) is that you get to feel like a cross between Rambo and G.I. Jane for a couple of days… or in my case more like a 6-year old in Toys-R-Us.
That being said, schedule's been nothing short of intense and the last few days are but a blur of crack-of-dawn-wake-ups, tiny airports, work, hotel beds, mysterious internet passwords and an insane amount of mango juice.
It's a hot hot Summer down here in Florida and I have just returned from the equally hot (or likely even hotter) Nevada. As always, very happy to reunite with Smokey, who, much like myself, is in the desperate need of a haircut. We both got decent haircuts before I left (evidence below) so there really is no explanation.
Anyway, really don't have much to blog about at the moment. My good friend Ernie, whom I think I saw a total of one time this year just called that he is back from Europe. I'm not even sure how long he was gone it's been that long.
This cheap hat's been getting a lot of air time lately -- an inevitable phenomenon that tends to happen to accessories that take sun blocking to a whole new level, simply by being able to simultaneously moonlight as dirty hair camouflage. Not any worse than parading around in a scarf worn as a skirt (which happens to also make an excellent travel blanket) or a pajama top as a shirt. Call it gross or effective -- there seems to be a limit to the number of weeks one can live out of a duffle bag without blurring the fine line between sleepwear and daywear. Think I'll just call it the art of traveling light.
Meanwhile I'm in beautiful Madrid for a long weekend. Rented a matchbox sized apartment in the heart of the city for a few nights, which I am rapidly falling in love with.