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.
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.