student made a quick scan of the hallway,dispirited to see John Michael standingthere.The next morning, I foundChuchay, the resident entertainer, eatingat Horizon. She told me that one ofthe best things about cruising is thatpassengers have time to mingle andmake new friends while travelling totheir destination. Everyone gets manychances to chat with other people –while relaxing inside the room sharedwith strangers, eating at the restaurant,standing at the deck, waiting at the lobby,partying at the bar. During the wholetrip, people get to see other passengersin all these occasions. If you are friendlyenough, you will leave the ship with awhole new set of friends. And, accordingto Chuchay, if you are really friendly,you might also arrive at your destinationholding the hand of a new sweetheart.After talking to Chuchay, I hopedto meet a passenger who would be ableto tell me a romantic story. In my mind,I pictured myself sitting at the deckbeside an old man saying, “I met mywife on a ship and we had 50 happyyears together.” Anxious to find whatcould potentially be the highlight of myarticle, I went to the main deck and, tomy thrill, spotted an old man sitting beside someonewho appeared to be his son. The other chairs besidethem were empty. It was a perfectly lovely morningbut surprisingly, only a few people were at the deck. Itook a deep breath and sat on one of the empty chairs.The old man looked at me and smiled. In his eyes,I saw unmistakable joy. Could he be thinking of hiswife? Of a girl he met 50 years ago on a ship?He is lolo Galicano, a 74-year-old Cebuanotravelling to Manila to visit his children. He has beenon countless ship rides since 1951. His uncles used tobe ship captains and he would have the privilege ofapril - june 2012 travel time 81
I Found Love On a Cruise!Passengers sharing intimate moments while enjoying the seascape.staying at the bridge with them every time they hada trip. For a few months, he worked as, in his ownwords, a marinero. He would sweep floors, cleanrooms, and do just about everything the staff askedhim to. He was used to travelling by sea and at hiscurrent age, had no intention of riding a plane.Sitting at the deck was his favorite part of all histrips. That morning, the ship was moving smoothly,the sky was bright, and the breeze was just right.A plane was flying overhead. Lolo Galicano lookedup and smiled. “Ang saya-saya ko pag nakakakitaako ng ganyan.” (I feel so happy every time I seesomething like that.) I looked at him and saw thesame joy I saw earlier. “Masaya ako pag nanditoako. Nakikita ko ang dagat, ang mga isla. Minsanmay mga tumatalon pa na isda at dolphins.Napakaganda.” (I am happy when I am here. I seethe sea, the islands. Sometimes there are even flyingfish and dolphins. Very Beautiful.) His eyes weresparkling. He was sincerely happy. He continued totell me about his life, his children, his small pieceof land, and how he enjoys the scenery each time hetravels by sea. I realized then that he did not meethis wife on a ship. He had no extraordinary story totell. This man shared a love story with nature, withthe world. His story was as simple as it could get,yet, his bright face mirrored bliss and content.That morning, he walked up to the deck threetimes. The first and second time, he saw that itwas raining, so he went back to the room he sharedwith his son and 18 other passengers. Determinedto get some fresh air and feel the sun on his face,he made the trip again for the third time, with thelegs of a diabetic, and was rewarded with a clearsky. I was deeply moved. I’ve seen clear, bluewaters countless times. I’ve been to many islands.I’ve seen planes flying overhead, and I rode themquite frequently. I’ve gone on dolphin watchingtrips. I have experienced a lot, but I don’t think Iever showed as much gratitude and appreciationfor my blessings as this man had. I realized that Ilooked at the sea, the islands, the planes, the fish,but had not really seen.I was looking for a remarkable story ofromance that would bring tears to my eyes, butI found something better. I stood at the deck andwatched the ship leave a trail in the water. Fluffywhite clouds slowly moved across the blue sky. Isaw Manila in the horizon. I was going home, notwith bagfuls of pasalubong, but with extraordinarystories to tell. I headed back to my room, happyto have been made a real traveler by what Iexperienced onboard, and by the lessons I learnedfrom a 74-year-old man.82 travel time april - june 2012