My American life

I may live in the Philippines geographically, but my lifestyle is decidedly not Filipino. I’m not bragging or complaining, it is what it is, and this result was obviously my choice. I wanted to spend my retirement years as easily and as comfortably as possible. And given that I chose to live in a third world country that meant staying separate and apart from most of the locals.

Now, my place is one of the older and smaller houses in the neighborhood, a gated subdivision called Alta Vista.
And from my residence I enjoy views like this one. It is also nice to be above the flooding that inevitably accompanies rainy season here.
Meanwhile, my neighbors right outside Alta Vista are living like this (or worse).

Of course, having money makes a difference and I’m comparatively rich compared to most of the locals. Which is not to say that all Filipinos in the area are living in abject poverty, far from it. There are many clean and modern looking apartments in town, that while spartan, do provide comfortable shelter. In fact, many of my fellow expats live amongst the Filipinos in these neighborhoods and gain the full flavor of life in the Philippines. Now some of that flavor is constantly crowing roosters and LOUD videoke late into the night, which is another reason why I’ve chosen to live separate and apart. I don’t think I’m better or anything like that, I just want to live a life that is as familiar and comfortable as possible. And yes, I know that means I miss out on some the unique aspects of Filipino culture.

I’m not even adventurous when it comes to local food delicacies. I can name four or five dishes that I’ve at least tried, but none of them stand out as something I crave or desire on a regular basis.

When I eat out it tends to be familiar dishes like these pork chops.
And when I cook at home, it’s old favorites like baby back ribs.

Honestly, I don’t even spend a lot of time with Filipino members of the community. My hangouts are all Western oriented with almost no Filipino males around. I interact some with my driver, although his English is very poor. And of course, I enjoy spending time with the friendly Filipina bargirls I encounter.

Who tend to be very warm and welcoming. Of course, that’s their job, but still…

Anyway, those were just some reflections that occurred to me while walking. Living here and being part of the life here are two entirely different things. At this point I have no regrets about my choices and perhaps in time I’ll open myself up more to increased integration within the Filipino community.

Hmm….
Well, there’s this…
I do maintain a strong belief system!

So, that’s where things stand. I suppose reading between the lines you might discern that I’m not entirely satisfied with my choices, but I’m taking life here one day at a time and keeping an open mind for the next big thing that might come along. Stay tuned!

4 thoughts on “My American life

  1. I suspect there’s a certain level of dissatisfaction that comes with whatever choices you happen to make in life. Seems to me that you’re basically happy, and you’ve made the right choices to remain so. Congrats on finding a path that works for you!

  2. To each his own. II don’t drink any more. I also don’t drink any less. Peace Out!

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