After 26 years of Celebrating Christmas, I finally figured out on the 27th, that I had been doing it all wrong. Mom's house is great. Good food. Snow. Screaming kids, or screaming Bryson. He is always crying about something. But nothing says Christmas better than some sweet beaches, Coconut trees, clear water and Asians.
I took a one hour boat ride to Puerto Galera, on Mindoro Island. There were a few people puking out the side, but I handled it pretty well. A lot better than Lagoon's tidal wave, its like right next door!
The town of Puerto Galera.
Sweetest House I have seen. Beachside pool, private dock, private beach. I gotta start saving.
White Beach, Puerto Galera, just outside of my Hotel
I got a massage from this cool lady named Imelda. She had me meet her family. They were so open to me and met me at the beach every morning.
They invited me to their house for Christmas to eat. I bought the kids some toy guns and they thanked me by shooting me in the face.
I rented a boat one day and took everyone snorkeling. Lots of fish. No turtles. My arm got eaten by a shark, but it was fun.
They don't have electricity at their house, so they came over one day and watched cartoons.
It was a really great Christmas. I went out there all alone, and met some great people. Not as good as being with my family. Next year they will just have to fly out.
