So I came home from the last pop-up shop in Manila to discover that things had turned over here in Bohol so that to continue feeling good about this adventure, it was time to move again.
You see, we don’t lie when we reply to people asking why we chose Panglao Island when we respond that it just looked so attractive on Google images and there on the Philippine map. We don’t have any family ties here, and we don’t even speak the language.
Maybe that last contributed to the problem. While we are touched by the natural beauty of this place, we have also been constantly troubled by a certain unease at our inability to adjust to how things are done.
Small things: Shop staff will rarely answer your questions right away, some will even turn their backs on you, while the rest will look at and nudge each other until somebody decides you’ve been standing there long enough and finally responds. And bigger: You give somebody a job, things are going well, then they just don’t show up anymore, without a word why. You go find them, and it will be a number of things – one wanted to move to a neighboring island, another had young kids, a third just didn’t want to work anymore – the common factor being that they never think it is important enough to give notice. Not very many things are thought of as important enough, it seems, too many things tossed aside… There are other reasons, of course, but I hesitate writing them down, afraid of being branded a whiny “balikbayan.” Suffice it to say that we don’t fit in here.
So in less than two weeks we will be moving again. In the same country, but to a different island. I am stressed, of course, but excited at the same time.