Over the weekend, my webfriend Lani wrote:
Dinna, it’s also cold here in Pinas and sarap matulog. I’m happy na may bagong boss ka na.
Paris can wait but you must see your dad first. Super miss ka na noon at katuwa magkikita na ang mag-lolo.
I’ll say it again.. one of the rewards of blogging has been coming across kindred spirits like Lani here. (We have an off-and-on web conversation going..)
You’re so right in saying Paris can wait, Lani. So in the meantime, I’m just immersing myself in creating my Paris scrapbook, which in a sense is a vicarious vacation or return to Paris as I discovered it this year. Besides, if I’m lucky, I might yet get to go back sometime towards the latter part of next year. Just that January is totally out now.
I really don’t mind. While Alan and I haven’t quite decided yet on the exact time frame of our homecoming, I’m already in the pasalubong mode, thinking of how I will start stashing pasalubong to bring home. The last time I went home in December 2002, I started buying as early as October. I have quite a headstart now since the earliest we would be able to do it is late April, possibly hitting Angel’s second birthday on May 8.
It is a long overdue visit to my Dad. I spoke with him over the weekend and I had to bite my tongue because I want this homecoming to be a surprise. (Thank God he has no net access whatsoever, so I’m blabbing here knowing he won’t find out! LOL) And yes, I cannot wait for grandson and grandpa to meet — finally.