We woke up at the ass crack of dawn to catch a flight to Coron, Palawan. It was a last minute decision that turned out to be an amazing experience.
We got to the airport super early. I got to use their wireless to make a phone call home. The boys were still at school so I had a great chat with Mom. It sounds like everything is really going great, but I am starting to get that pit in my stomach symbolizing the need to hug my boys. We are only a few days away, so I will forge ahead on this journey to reboot and recharge. We had leisurely coffee and breakfast and naturally ended up almost missing our flight. They were literally calling us over the main loud speaker and there we were running through the airport at 6:00 am like freaking crazy people. We made it to the plane.
Speaking of the plane, it was a turbo prop plane. Oh, like seriously, this must be how I will die!! Like seriously!! We arrived on the island of Coron and caught a shuttle to the port to catch a boat for an island tour. Derrick was kinda side-eyeing my 2 bags I brought for the overnight trip. I laughed and said that one could never be too prepared. On cue, he kills a mosquito with his hands and has a minor Zika freak out. I calmly unzip one of my bags and produce a wet wipe. Thank you world! Point made!! Victory!!
The island tour was spectacular. The scenery was breathe taking and I had moments I wanted to just freeze in time so I would not forget a single detail. The one I won't let myself forgot was floating in a crystal blue lagoon on my back with the sun on face watching the breeze through the tree lined cliffs above. Everyone needs a happy place during hard times and that moment will forever be mine.
We went on the trip with Derrick's brother, Dennis, and his sister, Del, who took time off work to go with us. It was so heart-warming to be around these 3 siblings. I don't think they had been on a trip together in many years. Everyone has jobs, kids, and many responsibilities, so the trip provided them a chance to just relax and reconnect. Del was so zen and relaxed taking cat naps everywhere. Dennis was like an excited kid again, snorkeling with a huge smile on his face. Derrick was the happiest I had seen him in a very long time.
We visited beaches and swam in the ocean all day. We had lunch on a remote island and drank and ate fresh coconut right off the tree.
We kept encountering this really ridiculous Filipino lady in a purple one piece at every stop. Instead of having her guide actually guide her through the stops, she made him her personal photographer. She would pose for like 20 minutes a time, almost always from the back, which was so weird! She was wearing a one piece. She had a flat ass. Her husband was there. Why wasn't he taking the pictures? What does it all mean? She became my minor obsession, until we were in the cove with the chilly water. Derrick and I waited out some German teenagers for a nice flat rock. As soon we settle down to warm up, who should appear but the purple bathing suit lady. Derrick said "oh she is here to take pictures" as she settled down next to us. I whispered "don't you dare move". We sat for 10 minutes making the girl wait for the next set of flat ass pictures. She finally turned around and mouthed something to the guide (why not the husband, what does it all mean!!) who then finally asked us to move. We were ready to head back to the boat anyway, but I took my damn time getting off the rock and threw plenty of stink eye at her and her pervy guide.
The hotel we were staying at turned out to be super sketchy. The owners were super nice, but the place was a little shady. Derrick noticed we were staying next to at hotel called 2 Seasons and joked our hotel should be called The Half Season Hotel!! LoL! I, of course, chose the bed underneath the window, which we found out later doesn't lock! Oh great, so this is how I will die!!!
We went for a lobster dinner and actually did the whole "pose with the lobster before they cook it" picture. I felt bad. Mine seemed to be really fighting for his life. I was so freaked out trying to hold him but like a true millennial will do anything for a good social media pic!! Guilty. If it is any solace to my lobster, he was delicious, but I woke up in the middle of the night with an upset stomach so jokes on me. I spent the rest of the morning visiting the bathroom in what I am calling Lobster's Revenge.
Right when we brought Dillon (our oldest son) we quickly realized we needed to think of what he would call us! He quickly named my husband Daddy and upon hearing his 2 year old friend call one of his 2 dads "Doda", Dillon decided on Dodie. After years of constantly lobbying for "Papa", I have grown to love and adore my name Dodie Here is a blog about my journey as Dillon and Jerry's Dodie!
My son Dillon was in foster care for 1,377 Days. We finalized our adoption of this firecracker boy in March of 2015 a few months before his 6th birthday. We are now in the process of adopting Dillon's younger brother "Jerry" from foster care! This blog will help paint a picture of two gay men raising two boys in this every changing world.