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Photos of the fabulous Chateau de Mappe, where friend Alice and I were for a few glorious days this summer.
I am taking an online sketchbooking class from the fabulously talented Mary Ann Moss. Now bound and determined to post about this, including the widget-thingy (um, soon; gotta read the instructions). Trying to get up to speed on WordPress!
One of my favorite bits of the Sunday NY Times is the “download” column. Sometimes, like today, it makes me feel very, very dull indeed.
The Manila Hotel is a fine old place. True, it tends to run out of hot water in the mornings and the wifi was wonky until a lovely young woman at the concierge desk gave me a tip for resetting it–but it’s tremendously comfortable and inviting, with an exceptionally friendly staff.
The quality of the pianists in the lobby is variable, but I venture to say that is generally the case everywhere.
After the meeting today, I was so, so tired. Typing for hours on end is pretty tiring to begin with, as you will appreciate.
Fortunately, I was able to make a beeline for the pool when we got back to the hotel.
So there I was, in the steamy Manila evening, the sunset a lovely purple over the Bay, doing some water aerobics and feeling grateful for the water–just one incongruous note, the Christmas carols blaring from the swim-up bar!
When you get up at 5, having given up on sleep, it is a LONG TIME until the mall opens at 10!
I made my way to said mall when it opened and it did not disappoint–it was crazily enormous, maze-like, and contained a bewildering number of restaurants, all of which appeared to be of about the same quality–sadly, I could not bring myself to eat a Krispy Kreme outside of Winston-Salem–and music was blaring, and I mean, BLARING, from everywhere. After O Holy Night in the hotel, do I really need a reverberating version of Little Drummer Boy? On October 20?? I think not.
I went to the grocery store, as is my wont in every new city. May I say, as a native North Carolinian and long-time visitor to all parts of the Deep South, I have never, ever, seen so much SPAM or so many pork rinds in various flavors in my entire life?
The hotel, by the way, is smoke-free. From Oct 20 to Oct 26! ????!!! Except for one wee problem: it doesn’t seem to be WORKING. . . .
It was hot, very hot, and humid today, and I had decided to walk over the place, so by the time I collapsed into the hotel, I was hot, sticky, sweaty, and remembering why I did not love living on a tropical island. Also glad that Manila Bay looks good from a distance, because it stinks rather alarmingly up close.
Hoping against hope for sleep tonight, as serious work begins in the morning!
The hotel is full of Jehovah’s Witness convention-goers.
At dinner the first night, a group of women are in the Chinese restaurant, asking for cheese wontons. Trying to explain to a mystified waiter what they are. To no avail, apparently.
Yesterday, on the way to the office, I passed by an intriguing looking bookshop. Bookshop AND dental clinic, all in one.
Every evening a young woman plays piano in the lobby. She has the score on her iPad! I guess I am behind, as I’ve never seen that before.
Yesterday morning, she was holding forth on a very emotional rendition of O Holy Night!
From Sojourner’s Voice of The Day:
On The Ground
Put prayers on the ground,
so many prayers that not
a drop of blood can find its way
to the earth, not a drop
can leach into the soil or soul.
Put your prayers on the ground.
Make a place for God to walk
among the horrors and hopes.
There you will find us standing
in his wake, knee deep
in invocations and possibilities.