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.