To accompany a working loved one in a place too beautiful for working was hard for me. Not anymore. Some things can be learned. And learning results in big solitary surprises. Like that day...(yes, this is a late upload)
What does one do in Dumaguete while waiting for someone? "Eat" would be one, which I did. Being in a coastal city, I thought I had to order fish. Fish in three forms:
"Sugba
-tula
-kilaw
" below respectively.It was not a boring wait. Aside from the taste buds working full force, the mirror image within the food reminded me I was away from Manila. Notice the greenery in the mirror image in the food (only seen in the sauce for sugba, clearly delineated in tula and subtle in kilaw).
But obvious in the drinks:
Those images were congruent with the sign outside (though not made for me, had an effect on me):
Clearly then I had to be responsive to my fleeting environment. Outside were scenes I don't see everyday where I live now. Will it happen in the future, that we pack our things and head south specifically here? But that was not the time to answer that question. Nor was it the first time for me to feel that way for a place. In fairness to Manila, I sometimes feel I cant get away from Manila when I am in a huge bookstore. But thinking of relocating when I am in a place has probably become a gauge for me to realize that I like the place.
I like Dumaguete.
Horizon and flowers in a shot.
Horizon and flowers in a shot.
The waiting was not a waiting...it was a treat.
