Chilling Out in a Ski Resort Parking Lot

Cicada from Deuter Chaitanya Hari is playing while I try to rest my eyes and brain. Chill out time. I try to sleep but I just can't. Listening this music brought back the memories when I was working in the Croc Farm and DPAIR. Nature sound brought me back to those days when I would find myself chilling out in the middle of nowhere by myself. 

I used to have lunch with the crocs or spend the in-between tour sessions hanging out or exploring the crocodile pens in the far back of the farm. It was totally of-limits for the most people and the staff who feed and cleans the area are the only ones venturing out there usually. It was such a safe haven for me to explore the area and just spend time alone. 

Dos Palmas on the other hand have more people stuck on the small island and there were only liited place for the employees to roam around. I'd usually ride bike around the back going to the spa area. The spa area is located at the end of the garden suites by the beach and it's a little off the usually traversed area. A bike ride or even a short walk in between that and the staff dorm is usually refreshing after duty. There's also a small nook behind the marine sports center where I would run to whenever I'd get a call from my then-boyfriend-now-hubby or simply just read a book. 

My job at the front desk was also just a breeze most of the time. It wasn't a very busy time when I was there so the peak time for me was only during check-in time and check out time usually in the morning or afternoon for the day trippers, or closing time if I am on duty that night. Foot traffic in the lobby is not too high except the in-between activities, which are usually far out in the sea or spa, or around after dinner. 

I miss those working days with my lone times at work. Those are the kind of job that I treasure. Just being alone. It doesn't make me lonely. It makes me happy usually. Sure, I also enjoy interacting with different people, but it also gives me moments of just being alone. "Being alone doesn't mean being lonely." One must like his own company quite well to be able to enjoy being alone. 

Dang it! One resort employee just intruded and ruined my writing mood. Haha! He kind of approached the car and started asking me where the driver is, explaining that this parking slot is reserved for "disabled" people and when he mentioned that, I can't help but smile with understanding and simply pointed to the sticker in front of the car. I noticed that he used the term "disable" and not "specially-able." It made me curious what's the politically and most commonly used term round here. 

Oh well! Almost past two! Gotta go!