One Dad, One Son, One Dream- Palazzo Pensionne- Cebu City, Philippines
You know us by now. We get wrapped up in super nice angel-folk all over the globe. We walk into town or send out an innocent email or two and get a bear hug. That’s what happened here at Palazzo Pensionne in Cebu City. Kobi contacted Richie, Richie said that he’d love to meet us, and the rest is history.
Not only did he invite us to stay at Palazzo Pensionne but he even treated us to this amazingly gorgeous country club. And so, we entered his world, his community, and his story. This hotel is a dream created by one dad, who’s now passed away. And of all the siblings, Richie, yes, Richie, is the one who worked with his dad, who took on this huge rejuvenation project to add another wing to the hotel, and yes, it is Richie, who got left behind to finish the project once his dear father passed away. And so, this tale touches our hearts, as Richie has. One dad, one son, one dream- Palazzo Pensionne.
Palazzo Pensionne was one of those transition places for us. One of those stops where we don’t know why we are traveling and why we keep creating these stuck family situations again and again. Not because the place itself wasn’t lovely. It was. The staff was so nice, the inclusive breakfast was awesome, the room was comfortable, and, of course, Richie was so warm to us. But, we were off.
The Truth About Family Travel
We’re often ‘off’ when we find ourselves in a new place. We don’t know North yet- where to eat, how much taxis should cost, and how to take that next step. We get confused, and in each others’ faces and explosively search for our next nest. That’s what we do- we nest. We go to a new country and seek a place to reach our meaningful existence.
We like routine, and a bed and room which we know will be ours for more than a few days. We like knowing how and why and when. We’re remarkably home-bodied for the nomadic reputation we carry. “The Nomadic Family” is a slight misnomer in this way. We love seeing new lands, new countries, new people, and being refreshingly clueless. But, more so, we like settling down, having a community of friends for the kids to play with, having our corner, and creating a meaningful life with scattered excursions and thrills.
So We Did The Best Thing We Could Do
We hiccuped. (Hiccup, aka: Country Number 12, is a very raw and real post about the most unromantic moments of family travel and if you ever wanted to see a reality show about life on the road with a family, this would be it. This and the more intimate Six Ways To Regain Sanity When You and Your Family Are Falling Apart.)
And we created some routine, something solid that we know to hold onto. We did studies which focuses and centers us. Sort of like having a freaking out kids blow bubbles. Some concept. And so did. We blew bubbled.
And ate healthy food(with way too much garlic!) to bring our jet-lagged-feeling selves back to our core.
And we saw that it was good.
And we Skyped with Kobi’s parents. And we saw that it was good.
And spent endless hours in the mall letting the kids go wild
in that amazing game arcade
cashing in their tickets for adorable stuffed animals that we don’t have room to carry anyhow.
And we saw that it was good.
And we ate junk food that made us all happy. And we saw that it was good.
And we ate that lovely breakfast at Palazzo Pensionne.
We climbed a few banisters.
We walked up and down the hallways of Palazzo Pensionne
And we so ridiculously grateful that we had a place to go through this in.
Grateful that in Richie’s kindness, we could go through the also very unromantic sides of family life on the road. Thank you Richie and Palazzo Pensionne for this great travel lodging and for giving our family travel hiccups a place to be safe, clean, and wrapped in kindness.