Last day in Boracay and I have resigned to the fact that I won’t be able to experience any of these adventures…
My husband has been sleeping non-stop and has left me with too much alone-time. I feel like I’m turning into a monk given the many hours I’ve spent talking to no one.
I am so tempted to be myself and tag-along with any of these many groups of foreyn-gers to wherever escapade they’re headed to, but the married side of me is growing a conscience.
What good wife leaves her husband (over)sleeping soundly in a beach resort inhabited by bikini-clad girls?
Today was the only day the sun was kind enough to show-up. Tomorrow I shall go home with no sunburn.
I’ll take that as a yey!