Take me back to Z

There will have to be a first time in everything.

Travel solo? Intimidating  Terrifying  Worth a penny 

I’ve consulted some people and thought of this trip countless times since I was into strict saving money program for Thailand. I am so into this which I cannot also explain so I signed up, I paid and poof! A surreal weekend ever happened.

Pops had to send me to our meet up and waited for me for our departure (so sweet!). I sat on the fourth row, little less wobbly, with no seat-mate but this couldn’t discourage me from hoping I would meet someone there perhaps. I fell asleep — obviously because I didn’t sleep just to get early. Bus ride was quite long and we’re quite late (but all okay) and finally after four long hours I met Liwliwa, Zambales.

Like everyone who’s solo and first timer would do, I go with the flow, from registrations then to our hostel. I was not expecting something extravagant, I just want a breather, the smell of the sea salt, the sound of waves, the feel of sand in my feet, a place where I can go without anyone watching me, people who wouldn’t overcrowd me, a place where being light and happy is normal, a place where people won’t care if you’re sane or not and lucky enough I was at all places at a time.

I want to thank you for spending the weekend with me, for keeping me company, for having meals with me, for looking far at my silver lining, for fearlessly sharing your thoughts and stories, for asking mind boggling questions (HAHAHA), for the comfortable silence, for your funny moments while getting drunk on “tito” beer, for being at the little part left to “generally”, thank you Ram! You have made this trip so much special.

Sad as it ended so soon and the separation anxiety stings, this will not be the last. This will be a prologue, a one great milestone on fulfilling my dreams. The start of much more wonderful adventures I wanted to happen to me.

🙂

Z

That Baguio Escape

#THATBAGUIOESCAPE – This was originally written for a reaction paper for our educational tour. The City of Baguio is never peculiar to me because twenty years ago I was once there. Funny it is to say but I was made in Baguio just like any other delicacy from there. This tour will not be my first but I was so excited as always.This tour will be so short I thought and will be so exhausting and true enough, it was. But every downside has its goodness because personally I’d relish every moment this tour had brought me.

I don’t know why I’m feeling all agitated before our departure but I dismissed my frantic thoughts because we’d been blessed with a skilled and careful coach captain (driver). He and he’s caution while driving was also one of the reason why we’ve enjoy this trip.

February 27, We arrived at Baguio City before the sun rises and it was overwhelming, the fog, the coldness, and the stillness, all of it. At Burnham Park we bought time, we row a boat and went to visit Baguio Cathedral then we boarded at 7:00 AM for Philippine Military Academy (PMA) and our tour went over for the day. Second itinerary, Wright Park then went straight for picture taking at The Mansion. Third, at Mines View Park though we did not have time to see the view because at Good Shepherd Sisters, pasalubong buying made us so busy. Soon it was lunch time but we still have one itinerary left which is the Botanical Garden but we decided to skip it for early lunch. And then I slept, I woke up stuck in the traffic and we’re not even half near to SM City Baguio and it will be late for La Trinidad Strawberry farm and Eastern Weaving Room. So we all agreed to went straight Benguet then at 6:00 PM we began packing things up for Manila. But accidents happen accidentally so we got stuck at Leeza’s at Sison, Pangasinan to wait for them. But lucky we were, we went home to Cavite complete and bruise-less (physically, I think).

#THESTORYBEHINDSMILES

I don’t know but honestly it was half cooked, the enjoyment I mean. As much as possible, I try not to be too hard on myself. I smile for simple things, I laugh even on the silliest stuff, my heart beats fast with the sight of nature and creation and I can get too happy when people I love is happy.

But for the first time in my life, I felt insufficiency on myself because someone refused to be in my companion. It felt like a slap, seriously. I felt like having contagious disease, I felt ridiculous all the while, the entire trip. I felt pity for myself. Two consecutive field trips I had guy seatmates who were really bulky (HA HA!) I mean tall and very OC to tell you, but they did it, they never left me, never let me alone, they made me feel I was with them but with him? I don’t know which will I be more disappointed, either to myself or to the latter. I didn’t even plan to be his seatmate at all but I’ve seen the scenario out. Then at the bus, he told me he was not comfortable sitting, the space was too little, he wanted me to be comfortable having more space (meaning without a seatmate) etc. Then I thought he was as tall as my two former seatmates or maybe shorter than the two, he’s much skinnier and I am not big to occupy half the space but he still chose the center seat. I don’t know. I guess it could have been easier if he told me he doesn’t want me to be his seatmate, end of story.

#THERECOVERY

But the I knew everybody would have their own reasons for everything and letting everybody know is not really an obligation. My dilemma was a could-getover-would-getover situation, like I can live with that, its not a big deal. And that not all people will do as much as you did for them because they don’t have the same heart as you.