Boholed over by Cuteness: A Tarsier Adventure

The driver looked back at me through the small mirror and asked, “How long you been here?”

On the road with motorcycle taxi
Motorbike adventure on Bohol

“Two months in Asia, one month in the Philippines!” I shouted.

“You’re so dark you could be Filipino!” he exclaimed, laughing.

It was true. I hadn’t been that golden since I was eight and spent every day of summer by the lake. I secretly loved my tan… growing up in the 70s will do that to you. I still remember my aunt Char, who was the coolest adult I knew, lying for hours on the tar roof of her apartment building covered in baby oil with a sheet of aluminum foil under her face.  Continue reading