Here today, gone tomorrow

Just arrived yesterday from the coast of beautiful, quiet, verdant Aurora, where we traversed rugged roads, crossed creeks and rivers, swam in isolated beaches, skipped stones in swimming holes fed by towering waterfalls (remembering to say kayo-kayo! And tabi-tabi po!), peed in bushes (kayo-kayo, again), slept with bedbugs in sparsely furnished travellers' inns, and shared a lot of laughter and love and gratefulness (and a few complaints and gripes) for road trips and life companions.

When I woke up and got out of my own bed this morning, and Number 1 Biker Boy and the Artist-in-residence were already gone for the day, my heart sank for a moment. But only for a moment, because tomorrow another journey begins.

More soon!

Comments

wilfredo pascual said…

wow. i heart your blog too! thank you for the links and the entry on sylvia and lagalag. hope you don't mind if i add you in my blogroll. and i love aurora! spent my childhood summers in dinggalan. last time i visited aurora was 2005 on my way to palanan where i spent time in dinapigue and dilasag. best to your papers.

wilfredo

10 April 2007 at 23:14

Mayumi Masaya said…

are you in baler?!! may alon?

15 April 2007 at 00:04

padma said…

Hi rj! According to my traveling companions who had much better visual-spatial skills than I do, the waves were about 4 or 5 feet high, and breaking far from the shore. Closer to the shore my daughter was boogey boarding and having the time of her life! We were there all of one day, and spent most of our unholy week exploring the northern coasts! Gandaaaa!

20 April 2007 at 17:33

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