Wednesday Dec 3rd With Badjao Bridge and the Badjao Sea Tribe on Cebu Island in the Philippines. Our group of five left Cebu Island this morning and headed by boat to the island of Bohol. Shortly after arriving we were transported by "tricycles" to our hotel...
Anyone can take a picture of poverty; it's easy to focus on the dirt and hurt of the poor. It's much harder – and much more needful – to pry under that dirt and reveal the beauty and dignity of people that, but for their...
Our group of five left Cebu Island this morning and headed by boat to the island of Bohol. Shortly after arriving we were transported by "tricycles" to our hotel in downtown Bohol and then on to the Badjao sea dwellers by the ocean. We quickly...
There is no preparation or reading, no stories that can prepare you for what you see here on Cebu Island in the Philippines with the Badjao Sea Tribe. The Badjao people have been occupying areas here in the Philippines since 500AD yet they are the...
Carissa and I much preferred the wandering down Highway 1 part of this journey over the listening to orientation speakers and instructions that were sure to be the focus of the next few days at Pepperdine. With Carol now a part of our “going to...
Twenty years ago this week we moved to our new house. Oakmont Park was only a block away and was one of the reasons we moved here. Back then there were no trails, just dirt paths, and 8 year old Christina and I knew everyone...
Mornings along the coast here in Big Sur are glorious. The cool fog laden air engages in a beautiful dance with the sun, with each a little confused as to who is leading, the sweet smell of flowers and pine trees complete this beautifully orchestrated...
Our morning ritual at Pigeon Point Lighthouse is to step out back of our cottage and embrace the warmth of a cup of coffee while becoming one with the sights, smells and sounds of the ocean. This morning, Carissa and I were fortunate to witness the antics of...
Trading in our scooter for a rental car, we departed San Francisco and headed south. The 1 1/2 hour ride from San Francisco allows ample time to settle into a different rhythm. This change of pace from San Francisco is what brings me back to this...
The San Francisco I have frequently overheard being discussed by tourists, bears little resemblance to the San Francisco that I know and love. It's been years since I have ventured into the touristy throng at Pier 39, Fishermans Wharf or wait in long cable car lines to climb...
