Philippines: First days in Baghio!

Now on to Baghio!

We hired a driver to take us north into the high mountains of Luzon Island. It turned out to be a much longer trip than we expected. It took us nearly 8 hours to get there, but SO worth the trip. After the din of the city of Manila, Baghio was beautiful and relatively quiet!

We were exhausted by the time we got to Baghio so we went straight to our hotel. I need to note at this point that it was the last weekend of the Baghio Flower Festival, complete with parades and activities, so our hotel selection was limited. Very...very...very...limited.

We arrived after much difficulty in finding the address to a dodgy looking, grimy hotel. I have to say, in my brother Jim's defense (he made the arrangements) that he had very little to choose from and thought "how bad could it be for just a few nights?". We were to soon find out.

First of all, they gave us a suite instead of two rooms, as requested. In fact, they had 2 suites reserved for us. It remains unclear how they came to expect 20+ people instead of the 3 of us, but I digress...

All my inner flags were waving like crazy, so we asked if we could see the rooms. We chose the least offensive of the two.  (Keep in mind, we have no real choice because of the festival...everything is booked.) I'm telling myself over and over, that it's only for two nights, right? I like to think I'm a very pragmatic person. My niece Jessica is fuming and trying really hard not to blow up. The "He-should-have-let-me-help-and-get-reservations-months-ago" type of fury that is only of value in hind sight pulsing in her eyes. Brother Jim is mortified, but trying as hard as I am to see the silver-lining...using the "it's only for two nights...right? We were looking for an adventure....right?" line of reasoning. I knew his Pollyanna-ish stand was teetering when he just looked at me after a short amount of time in our suite and said simply "this is unacceptable'.  He got on the phone (no easy task) and called the hotel we had reservations at in a few days. After a little begging, they determined they could have two room for us the next night, but we were stuck for tonight. I think we might have been better able to struggle through with our little trauma if some of our Filipino friends we met with a little later that evening, when finding out where we were staying said "Oh, we wouldn't stay there because of the Rats?"

Oy vey.....!!!

I have no doubt that rats were a problem in this hotel, because there were open areas all over the place. They had a sort of internal chimney-like system (for lack of a better description) that was completely open with windows opening in what I believe was used as a primitive air circulation and cooling system. Plus there were fire-escapes that were open as well. There were bars on the windows, but no screening - easy access for any rodent worth their salt. Another issue with the internal 'chimneys' was that noise from all the other rooms was magnified and "shared".  I'm pretty sure I heard many things I had no business hearing. The was a table with several chairs in our common room, several of the chairs were broken. The toilet room at least had a toilet that flushed, but the washbasin was outside the room and didn't work anyway. There was a shower room next to that with a bucket and dipper in case your water stopped suddenly (I'm guessing). There was a kitchenette with rat droppings behind the hot plates. There was a small frig, but the black mold made me a little nervous about even trying to use that. The two bedrooms had several beds in each. We each laid claim and started our nightly ablutions. After checking out my bed, I had a flash-back to a tv program I saw once on bed bugs. There was no way in heck I was going to lay my head on that pillow and use those sheets and dodgy blanket. They were probably clean enough, but I wasn't taking any chances. I ending up using my travel pillow (you know, those u-shaped things) and laying out my airline blanket (they mean for you to take those...right?) to lay on. I covered myself with my sweater and jacket and made myself lay completely still. Did I mention Jessica and I were afraid to turn off the lights because of the rats? We were, so we slept all night with the lights on. (I used a sleep mask...light doesn't bother Jessica) We both refused to shower until we got to our new hotel.

When we left the next day, the owners were very concerned and asked what they could do to make our stay more comfortable. There really was nothing we could say! They were clearly doing the best they could with what they had, but to say the place wasn't up to our American standards sounds so hollow! We just hemmed and hawed around and left in a hurry.

Our next hotel was lovely in comparison. Nice plumbing, clean sheets and screened windows! What more could a girl want?

This area is very agricultural despite the rugged terrain. Terraces are used to farm on the steep hillsides, so big machinery that we would use here in the States are unusable due to the difficult accessibility. All work must be done by hand. Hard work is a way of life here. Small farms dot the hillsides and you rarely see a huge mega-farm like more industrialized areas might have.

We made a trip even further up the mountain to the family farm. It sits at nearly 7500 feet in elevation, so the potential for cold is very high. As we were sitting and visiting in the family home, I glanced outside and couldn't even see across the road! I was puzzled for a moment until someone told me it was just a passing cloud and to wait a moment. I did, and it passed. The sun was back in no time. The people we met were very charming! The children and some of the adults in the area came to see "the Americans"! Most of the adults understood at least some english, and many speak it very well, but the small children didn't and looked at us like we had two-heads. It was fun to make funny sounds and faces and to see the children react. One little girl even sang "Jingle Bells" for me!

Baghio is known are the "Summer Capitol" of the islands because the temperatures there are so much cooler than most of the area. Flowers are grown all over and the colors are amazing. At the family farm, flowers are grown in large green houses. I was allowed to choose my favorites and we left after a lovely meal with several huge bouquets! We kept those flowers in our rooms for the rest of the trip, even carrying them back to Manila. If we could have figured out a way to take them on the plane they would have come home with us.

More on Baghio with my next post.

The Philippines: Part 1, Days 1-3

I've been home for a week or so from our trip to the Philippines. My brother Jim, niece Jessica and I traveled together.

Jim spent time in the Philippines as a young man in the Navy. He had actually wanted to go back there when he got out of the Navy, but it was impossible. He was a poor kid from rural California without a job, education or income. Back in 1957-58 long distance travel was mind-numblingly expensive so the travel had to be put off. Heck, I recall that long distance telephone calls were expensive even within the States and to be avoided at all costs. Back in those days they charged by the minute. Heck, it takes a minute or two to even say hello, and what if the person being called wasn't available...!

Anyway...I digress. Jim wanted to go back to this beautiful place, so I decided I wanted to go with him ('cuz I got that kind of time...) and Jessica also saw it as a possibly once-in-a-lifetime trip.

We arrived in Manila late in the evening after a grueling 20+ hour flight. (Actually longer for Jim and Jessica as they flew up to Portland to leave with me). Flying a long distance like that is like installing yourself into a small cardboard box complete with a few holes for breathing and only coming out 2-3 times to use a telephone booth size bathroom except it's less comfortable. We picked up our luggage and went through customs. Jessica's luggage was delayed in getting on the turn-table-thingie, so we had some anxiety filled time waiting for it. It finally arrived, much to everyone's relief. We were all blurry-eyed but managed to hail a cab to take us to our hotel. We stayed at the Armada Hotel in Manila near the waterfront. It was a lovely hotel inside, but the neighborhood outside was sketchy at best. The next day we took a bit of a walk along the waterfront and enjoyed it, but decided to take a cab most of the rest of the time we were there.

Its warm and humid in Manila, and not a big problem unless you want to expend some energy and get some exercise. Drinking water is a necessity, otherwise dehydration takes over quickly. Anyone who knows me knows I really enjoy my diet Coke. They only have Coke Light there, but I was able to adjust. Sometimes I just drank regular Coke. Crazy me.

I'm amazed at how little I really knew about the Philippines. Other than a few friends over the years and the great guys that owned the P.I. Market in Montalvo where we grew up, I had had limited interaction with Filipino people. What I discovered is this: they are kind, loving and helpful people. Generally speaking, they are a beautiful people. Almost everyone we came in contact with spoke some English. There is also Spanish and Tagalog (spelling?) spoken...oh and probably another hundred or more dialects! Most are Catholics or other Christian religions. Families are large and extended.

We spent the first few days adjusting to the time change and getting our bearings. We did a bit of site seeing and enjoyed that. We made a trek down to Lake Taal in the more south part of Luzon Island. In order to get the the point where I took the picture below, we had to take an outrigger boat across to the second Island/crater. It was about a half hour trip over VERY choppy water. We got soaked, but it was awesome. We arrived and then got onto horses to make the trek up the mountain. They were little horses, but seemed to be well suited to the terrain.  It was very dusty and windy and at one point I had to take my hat off and use it to breathe through. We made our way to the top of the mountain, taking about a half hour to get there. The view was magnificent. You could see the second crater, and that even has a small island in it! The trip down was bumpy (to say the least) because our horses wanted to get home for a snack! When we got back, we took the same boat back to the starting point. When I rinsed off my hands and face I was shocked to see mud come off! The combination of the wet trip over and the dusty wind made for some very dirty travelers. We were then served a great lunch and started back to Manila by hired car.

We enjoyed our time in Manila, but it was the means to an end. We wanted to see the 'real' Philippines, so Baguio was our next stop.

To be continued...

Jim...the Adventure Begins

(Guy in center of photo next to Jim photo-bombed)

Lake Taal - a crater lake within a crater lake with an island.

Has it been a year already???

Yikes, time flies! It's utterly amazing to me that so much happens in a year, yet when I go to write about it I'm at a loss for words.

Let's begin.

My newest grandson Kerrick was born this year. I was honored to be with Kerry and Jordan when the baby was born. It was an amazing experience I will remember always. I had never witnessed a birth besides my own children, and that was through a tiny mirror. This little guy is special (as are all my grandchildren…) and I love spending time with him and watching him grow and progress.

Kerry and Jordan sold their townhouse in August with the idea that they would buy another place quickly. Well, things happen and they ended up living with us in Salem for 4 months. They've since moved to a house in Battle Ground, Washington. I manage to get up there every week or so to visit and check in with the boss - Kerrick.

He is an adorable and sweet little boy. A big plus is that he seems to like me too! We have a lot of fun playing and every time I see him I'm stunned at what he's learned.

My daughter Amy had a scare this year. She found a suspicious mole that turned out to be Melanoma. So far so good. They believe that got it early and she goes in for regular checks. I'm thankful to the doctors that have treated her, and pray that they will continue to be diligent.

My son Steve was able to finally buy a house and moved in at Christmas time. I haven't seen the house yet, but hope to after I return from a trip to the Philippines I'm going on in a few weeks. I'll be traveling with my brother Jim and my grandniece Jessica. I think we will have a great time.

I think my spring will be busy. After the Philippines I want to go to California and see Steve's house and family, then to Austin Texas to see Kevin and his family. Kevin has been looking for a house, too and hopefully will get in one soon. He and Steve are both very handy so home improvements will be great fun for them. They both continue to work for Apple.

I get to visit with my friend Sandy often. It's still so cool to have found each other after all these years.

Time to get some sleep. Maybe I'll write again before next year!

Sandy, Patty, and My Golden Childhood

When I was a kid, I grew up in a small California town. It's now a HUGE California town. I feel bad for the kids growing up there now. It's nothing like it was when I was young, and they will never know the joys of leaving your house in the morning and not coming home until dark, being busy and having fun all day long with just your imagination and your friends. Getting dirty playing on 'The Hill", or in one of the many citrus orchards - that was a joy! I played with our neighbors, the Shisler's and later, the Snead's, but my best childhood friend was Sandy Noon.

Sandy and I both had somewhat unique situations in our families. She was the youngest child in a single-parent family, and while I had a more traditional two parent family, my mom worked outside the home which at the time was not traditional. What that meant to us both was that we had very little parental supervision during the day. We were basically good kids, though, and rarely got into significant trouble.

We had other friends who came and went to our little group, but I think the most constant person would have been Patty Kindred. Patty lived catty-corner from Sandy's house and had a younger sister named Margaret. She had an at-home mom and a working dad. Patty's dad was significantly older than her mom - 24 years older as I recall. I remember him as being a grandfather type and jolly. I remember her mom often sitting on the lawn in the front yard pulling weeds. The lawn was a dichondra lawn which is  rather like a clover lawn, so it didn't need mowing, but weeding was a must and Dora (Patty's mom) did so - often. Patty also had a cool playhouse in her back yard. I loved that playhouse and wanted one of my own.

Sandy had an older sister Pamela, and a brother Jimmy. Jimmy was exactly one year older than Sandy and they shared a birthday, which I always thought was cool since I shared a birthday with my twin brother David.  I remember that Jimmy had some anger issues and often beat the garbage out of Sandy. She took it fairly well, but I found that I tried to avoid him whenever possible. Pamela was enough older that I really had little interaction with her.

Another thing about Sandy's home that was different from mine was that it was ALWAYS clean. Sandy and her siblings had chores that they had to do every day like dusting and vacuuming while her mom was at work so when her mom came home the house was clean and tidy. Our house in comparison was not clean and rarely tidy. When Sandy's chores were done we could play, so sometimes I helped her. It was a foreign concept to me, since I had no assigned responsiblities in my own home.

Sandy's house had a large den or rumpus room at the rear. We spent many hours playing that it was our 'apartment' and we were young professional secretaries. That was the ultimate job in our eyes back in those days. There was also a phone (not installed, so it didn't actually work) that we played with often. I'm sure it helped hone my improvisation skills later because we would carry on long conversations with the 'person' on the other end of the line. As we grew older some of our first boy-girl parties took place in that room.

Sandy's mom remarried and the family moved away when we were young teens. I was devastated. We kept in contact for a few years and Sandy was one of my bridesmaids when I got married, but time and family got in the way and we lost contact. The last time I saw Sandy she had stopped by our apartment in San Luis Obispo (Bruce was a student at Cal Poly) with her young son, Nathan. She had recently been divorced and was heading north in a station wagon with a trailer. At that time I had two small children and was busy raising them.

I had tried to find her over the years with no luck. I tried computer searches, plus I didn't know what her last name was anymore. Long story short...we reconnected a few month's ago via Facebook. It turned out that she lived about 30 miles away from me in Oregon and had been there for many years! It was so amazing meeting again after all these years! We've kept in contact and try to get together every week or so. It was like finding my long-lost sister! I love her and cherish our time together.

Oh yeah...I'm supposed to title these things...

I've been spending a few days with my son Steve's kids while he and Beth are visiting my younger son Kevin and his family in Texas. It's been fun. The kids pretty much take care of themselves, so my main use here is to sign for an emergency room visit, should that occur. It has not.

I went to granddaughter Pierre's music program at school the other day. I was surprised to find that she is among the minority. Most of the kids in her class are of Indian or Asian descent. I guess that the main reason for that is that this is the Silicon Valley and since computers and tech are a world-wide business it would make sense. It's much different from the California I grew up in. Different isn't bad, it's just...different. (I'm so deep sometimes...)

Last night Maddie, Pierre, Ceddy and I went to the local college planetarium. It was a program aimed at  kids, but I still enjoyed it. When we came outside after the program was over we were able to identify Orion's belt, Jupiter and of course the full moon. It was a good program and I'm glad we went. Wills opted out, choosing instead to spend the afternoon with a friend at a horror movie. Yuck.

I'll be heading back to the great northwest on Tuesday morning, then off to the coast to take care of my library duties. I've got my library work down to a science. It takes me about an hour and a half to find 13 pages of books, movies, recorded books, cd's, etc. When the list is larger it takes more time, but since this is the 'off' season, 13 pages is about the norm.

A big deal in my life is my new hearing aids. I've known for several years that I needed them, but since I don't have much control of the finances in the family, it was put on a back burner. It finally got so bad that I would explain to anyone new that I came in contact with "I'm deaf, so if I respond inappropriately to something you've said, assume I didn't hear it correctly." I found that I was avoiding people a great deal and trying not to make eye contact with anyone, lest they make a comment that I wouldn't hear. In the rare cases that that happened I would just smile and nod. One really annoying thing for my husband was when I would startle when he would suddenly be in front of me. What he didn't realize was, I didn't hear any of the 'hints' that a hearing person hears, like the rustle of air, or footsteps approaching. All of a sudden he would just be there in front of me and I would startle. He got angry and said "I live here, too!" Well then make a little more noise so I can hear you, buster!

I think I'm coming out of my shell a little since I'm now among the hearing again. I don't avoid things nearly as much as I did. The HA's are still being fine tuned, but I'm getting used to them. Now when I take them off it seems like someone has put both hands over my ears to muffle the sound. I'm amazed at how loud I used to have the tv volume! They aren't perfect - there are still things I miss, but it's SO much better than it was. I'm amazed that people don't mumble nearly as much as I thought they did!

OK...that's enough for now. Later, skaters...

Yikes! It's been over a year since I posted on my blog. My brother Jim points that out to me from time to time, but I just didn't seem to be able to get my act together. I read my last post and it looks like I owe some wedding pictures, but since it's been so long I think I'll just write a little and try to get back in the groove...

Kerry and Jordan's wedding was over a year ago so as is often the case...a new baby is on the way! Kerrick James Kerr (as of this writing anyway) is due on or about April 1, 2013. We are all very excited since we haven't had a new baby in the family for 7 years. I can't wait to get my hands on the little bugger.

The kids grow up way too fast! Ben is 13 years old today, and stands about 5'10" and still growing. Fast.

Bruce works more hours than ever and travels nearly as much now as he did 20 years ago. As for me, I spend most of my time working on crafts or the computer. I volunteer at the Lincoln City Library once a week, and also at the Willamette Heritage Center as a docent. I've been doing both those things for several years now. I'm alone much of the time, but my kids try to keep me busy with projects for them. This year I recovered a chair for Kerry which was fun. Strangely enough it ended up back at my house because of lack of room at their house. It's o.k. because it looks lovely in my living room in Salem. I now have its companion chair that I need to recover, so that is an upcoming project.

I'm using a MacBookPro that my son has loaned me so I'm having a bit of a challenge learning to do things the Mac way. It'll be fine I think.

Aha! I figured out how to add pictures. This is the chair I re-did. Since I can add pictures with the Mac I'll add some wedding pics to the next post. I need to download them from my iPad.

Until next time...

The Times They Are A Changing...

Since I last posted we've had an addition to the family. Kerry met, dated (briefly) and married Jordan Kerr! Kerry and Jordan both said "when you know, you know!" Kerry also points out that she isn't a kid (31) so she's had a lot of time to decide what she wanted in a mate, and Jordan fits the bill plus a whole lot of neat qualities she didn't even know she wanted, but she's delighted with them.

I suppose I need to backtrack a little here and discuss my roll in all this. I was the wedding planner...sort of.

At first Kerry said that the reception wasn't really important to her and she didn't have any ideas, so I could just 'make it so'. Almost immediately she changed that to a whole lot of (often conflicting) ideas. It made planning a challenge to say the least, but it was her party so I became flexible. In fact, I think I only 'lost it' one time and that was on a relatively minor issue. The final plan was a Winter Wonderland/Scottish Festival.

The first issue was a place to have it. We looked at several venues. Oh, did I mention the wedding/reception was the weekend before Christmas? Oh, and did I mention that I had less than six weeks to plan? Minor issues of course to a mom committed to making the wedding for my last child to be something to remember. Remember the keyword there: committed. It will take on several meanings as I go on here.

I'm losing my place - back to finding a venue. We looked at some lovely places, my favorite being one of the historic officer's homes at Fort Vancouver. It was a little expensive, but would have been a little too small for some of the activities we had planned. Since we had no idea how many people would attend (remember, this is the weekend before Christmas) and the couple have many friends in Vancouver, we decided to use the Cultural Hall (read: gym) of one of the local church buildings. Jordan took me to visit the room so we could check out details. I now know that its' important to actually take measurements, because a large room looks even larger when it's empty. I made some assumptions about what would fit easily and we left. Hindsight is 20/20.

I will take this opportunity to mention that during the six week period, I had previously planned a trip to Austin to visit my son Kevin and his family. I decided to go ahead with the trip because I figured I would need a little time-out. Ten days of time-out. It actually turned out to be fruitful, because I was able to discuss a lot of the wedding issues with my daughter-in-law Stephanie and organize my thoughts. Also during this 6 week period, my granddaughter Ryann had an emergency appendectomy! Of course seeing to her needs took precedence over everything for a week or so. All these things turned out fine, but by their very nature took up a significant chunk of my planning/executing time.

Kerry and Jordan both work full-time jobs during the week (Kerry often works Saturdays, as well) so their help time was limited, and to be fair, they were still getting to know each other. They did all they could fit in. I discovered that Jordan is our local go-to guy. He's the kind of fellow who 'has a guy' to do all sorts of things. He was able to guide me to several helpful people, or he would contact  his guy for information. I hope that makes sense...I know what I'm trying to say here. He's a very good addition to our family.

I need to finish this post for now, but I will add part 2 (and photos) as soon as possible. Stay tuned....