After traveling on this cool ferry with beds:
we finally arrive at Tablas Island. We eat before our hour drive across the island to Alcantara, where we will be working for the next 2.5 weeks. After being up since 3:30 am, finishing my last assignments medical school (graduation time, whoop whoop!), minimal sleep for days, I AM EXHAUSTED! Maybe this afternoon is finally my opportunity to sit and rest. So when talk begins about attending a party this evening, I ignore it. There is no way I’m going anywhere; its sleep time.
We get to our newly constructed home, a luxurious spa resort compared to what CFHI prepared us for: Nadia and I have our own C.R. WITH A SHOWER!!!
I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ve been taking extra-long showers before today, just knowing they would be my last ones for a month. I’m momentarily disappointed that I won’t be doing the bucket/dipper method, at least once, but that feeling dissipates quickly. Alec is going to be staying at the governor’s mansion, an antique house, complete with the bucket/dipper method bathroom. I’m totally not jealous. I’ll just schedule my one time experience at his house, then go back to my shower at home.
So anyways, I look out the back of my home and see the ocean, just a few yards away. Forget a nap….it’s water time! Luckily, Nadia has the same idea. The climate is so hot and humid, Obviously, getting in the water is the only remedy.
I float in the water feeling at home again and cooled off. Now going to the party doesn’t seem like such a miserable idea. Besides, the party is actually a pool party, another chance to get in the water. We take a motorized tricycle to the party (about 30-45 min away) and meet some of the locals. Super friendly people. We are fed, I hop in the water (of course), and then try to learn some Tagalog with them. Someone dares me to sing on the karoke machine and I reply, “whatcha got?” Its on now!
We all go the videoke machine and I pick a song I think everyone will know: Killing Me Softly by the Fugees. As I sing, everyone joins in and others, Americans and Filipinos, make their selections. Everyone usually know the songs: My Humps by Black Eyed Peas, Sometimes by Brittany Spears, Unwell by Matchbox 20. The best selection was Dancing Queen, complete with a spontaneous dancing party. Filipinos and Americans, united by pop music.
I leave feeling fulfilled and already creating my song selection list for next time.