June 24, the feast of St. John, was one of the very few times we were allowed to bathe in the sea (the other time being Good Friday to ward off evil spirits). My grandmother, who was a survivor of a tragic sea accident, never loved the sea and always discouraged us from swimming. Now, a grown up, I don’t have a love affair with the beach, the sea, or the ocean. In fact, I fear it just as I fear heights. Listening to my grandmother’s stories on her ordeal (seeing the eyes of whales, and watching people die and disappear), it’s always at the back of my mind that when Mother Nature unleashes her wrath, no one will be spared. We are at the mercy of no one. So I fear the water.
One Wednesday afternoon last summer, my sister and I boarded a bus at the Cebu South bus station to go to Carcar. Our goal was to meet up with our friend who was working there and have dinner. One good thing about Carcar is that all government offices, the church, and it’s major university are located within walking distance between each other. Although we arrived at the city past 5PM, which meant all government offices and museums were already closed, we had a satisfying 30-minute tour of the historic area.
Other than to say hello to my friend’s family, I would visit Moalboal just to check this bookstore out. This bookstore started operating when I was in high school. My friend introduced this to us, and I had to go every time I’m in town because we found cool art magazines from this store. The store’s stocks though have not been updated, and soon it will probably close.
Why is “summer” almost always synonymous to “beach”? I don’t know. But, surely here in the Philippines, where beautiful beaches abound, summer definitely means going to the beach! My second trip to the beach this summer was with my workmates (fellow bankruptcy geeks).
We had really great sunshiny days the summer that was. Now that the rainy days are here, let me share to you one of the best trips I had this summer. It was an out-of-town trip that lasted some 12 hours, half of those hours were spent inside a van. I helped my friends with their prenuptial shoot (they got married last weekend, congratulations!) and the photographer took us to this small corner of the national highway down south, in the town of Barili.