What you do when everyone’s awake at 4am due to messed up sleep cycles:
And then you play cribbage and get a 28 point hand?! Why does this not happen at Seabeck?
The rainy season has yet to depart but it’s still a balmy 82, so these PNW folk won’t be deterred from some pool time (really it was barely sprinkling at times but last night it was thunderous…not actual thunder just a torrent of water and noise).
Then off for a stroll in the neighborhood:
At the end of the road was a little fishing village and it was the first time we really couldn’t seem to communicate (as the only people who wanted to interact were 2-6 year olds who had yet to learn English).
I was so proud of Marion doing her best to play and make friends despite the fact that the kids were tittering about our lack of Tagalog and when they would say hi and us hi back they would howl with laughter. I felt a bit guilty with how little we know. And I swore I had learned how to ask someone’s name and introduce myself…but they were not convinced…or did not understand.
Broke my heart a wee bit when Marion agreed it hurt her feelings “weally badly” when they were laughing and not playing. I’m sorry we’ve taught you next to nothing in Tagalog! After a chat, my brave girl was distracted by polka dot butterflies, mangy dogs and truly free range chickens. And I’m hoping she also understood it was not her, just new and different and not sure what to do.
The afternoon held another trip to the pool, home cooked meal and Toy Story.
The Adobo Hobos 