Le paradis de la terre: An edible day
A few days before I graduated from university, I blogged about a recurring fantasy: "On an isolated shimmering beach, sun on my skin, lounging with the soft sand in between my toes, rumcoke by my hips, a leftist book held up for reading, and an extensive library of my favorite reads piled thoughtlessly in a hut nearby (...and my money earning money)."
Several years after, flying over coron and excitedly peeking down at the glass bottom waters, I cannot help but think back on that hedonistic dream. In this island, life is simple, and by golly, it's damn good.
