Wanderlust

My irrepressible Jean had really put her heart in that feverish longing called wanderlust.  From island hopping to beach bathing to pool cannon ball dropping, Jean had commenced on life’s journey discovering whatever is there to be rediscovered.  I asked her to pocket a tarsier (to her disgust) but brought me home some sea shells for my home garden. And lots of tales at how expensive a simple meal could be at some hidden resort, or how exhilarating and fresh the air could be in that far flung Visayan province called Bohol.

The Zest Air craft ride was something to remember, too.  The touch down was rough but didn’t tumble.  Thank God!

I still have to hear her stories, like someone doing a cannon pretzel jump…. but school just got hectic.  Till next wandering, I guess.

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