Another Day in Paradise

Who you travel with can be more important than your destination. It was partly sunny with scattered rain showers on our second day in Camotes Island. There was no wifi, no signal coverage for both our phones, and the resort didn't have balls for rent. I asked the question to the friendly receptionist in Paradise Resort without batting an eyelash. I might have caught him off-guard cause it took awhile for him to regain composure. He looked like a pre-schooler chuckling. I fired the question like I was asking what time it is. How would one react if they're asked for any balls for rent.  I guess I wasn't very sensitive of his feelings. Well, you know where I'm getting at. If you don't then that's not my problem. 

I was with Bal Marsius, as always. He played lakeside football with some local kids on our first day in the island. He usually plays football on weekends so he unconsciously forced me to ask the slightly suggestive question if there were balls for rent. Enough already. Too bad we can't kill each other out so we ended up playing with a very small coconut. We were tossing it around on who gets badly hit first. We were more of throwing it against one another, in all seriousness. Luckily, we had the resort all by ourselves. We laughed and played around like no one's watching cause there wasn't really anyone. Endorphins were gushing all over our body. Dopamine firing everywhere. All that and the solid conviction of happiness.