Sometimes a trip throws you curve balls. Before we even purchased tickets to the Philippines, the vacation was unexpectedly twisting and spinning into something other than what we expected. The truth is, we kind of ended up there by accident, but thankfully the Philippines in February is a good accident to land.
For Christmas, Chris purchased non-refundable tickets from Nanjing to Hong Kong, planning to buy a cheap connecting flight from Hong Kong to Thailand. However, the Thailand tickets were $800 a pop by the time we tried to make the purchase, so we pulled out our computers and found the cheapest connecting flight to anywhere in Asia and it happened to be the Philippines.
Thankfully, I have very easygoing and supportive parents who were ok meeting us wherever in Asia we ended up. They decided to make the trek across the Pacific for the first time in their lives to spend a week in the Philippines and a week in China.
Our final destination, Coron, was on the little island Busuanga. You can look that one up for yourself–interesting geography lesson.
Sadly, Mom and Dad’s flight got delayed by 3 days, so while they were stranded in Manilla, Chris and I took to exploring the island until they met us there.
Coron is a unique little town that has yet to be discovered by too many tourists, which means it’s maintained much of its Filipino flair. It’s ideally located near hundreds of tiny islands accessible by local boats–island hopping!
Island hopping was our main activity since the country has 7,000 islands, beautiful weather, and remarkable sea life.
Everything in the Philippines was so colorful. The coral, (whether it resembled a fuzzy brain, upside down mushroom cap, or spiny fingers) always looked electric and in motion as the light and water reflected on it. The fish were iridescent and zippy, and the ocean was vibrant turquoise and emerald. Out of the water, the people and the town were as bright and fun as their surroundings.
When we weren’t face-down in the water exploring the sea life, we were discovering the town and falling in love with the locals. Filipinos are literally the nicest, most easy going people on earth. Most of them were remarkably poor, but so much happier than the majority of Americans I know (Americans who live in houses with plumbing and electricity, and not in a shacks that are raised on stilts where human waste drops into a sludgy mud below).
1. Happy accidents happen. When they do, roll with it.
2. The Philippines are beautiful. You should go.
3. Gratitude is finding happiness and appreciation in what you have whether it’s great or small