i got here! i made it! it’s a small country, the little tiny renegade province that held its ground against the communists. they are proud of their resistance and they should be. even though america and many other countries have sort of abandoned them in their haste to curry favor with the larger, wealthier people’s republic of china. i appreciated that they had more flags up than a fourth of july, memorial day, and a joint republican-democratic national convention combined!
got lost but saw beautiful things
chestnuts roasting over an open fire seems more bing cosby than tai pei!
then i got even more lost and ended up in a dilapidated courtyard that boasted the finest sculpture–
everybody walked right by this thing as if it weren't remarkable. i wonder if i do that at home a lot!
so then i went to a wonderful little restaurant where f2fb friend #242 warner sills gave me a wonderful dinner of dumplings and noodles and ginger tea. he gave me a tour of the city and then went on to classes. i am so proud of someone so brave to strike out on his own for a new country–then it was to bed because our flight to manila was at seven thirty.
i logged on that night to an unsettling post. using the facebook account of my friend mark del rosario, his wife told me he was going to have to cancel, he was ill. i wondered “is he going to be all right?” “what the hell am i doing going into manila for a day?” and lastly “is this another example of facebook not being what it appears to be?” i looked at how i would hopskotch off to mumbai without hitting manila. impossible. so onward we went, although my son joseph decided iwas a complete idiot. he had been told by his friend’s friend who once visited manila that all the flights into the city are turbulent and the crime rate is so excessive that it was a fifty-fifty proposition on even one of us getting out alive. i was definitely feeling under pressure from this disaster i hadn’t anticipated.