Summers down south have
always been good. I expected nothing less from this year's getaway, this time
with family.
Gerson and Darwin took
turns on the wheel. Darwin’s incessant blowing of horns when overtaking was too
much for me. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help slamming on the horns. Maybe he
thought he was still driving the ambulance. As for Gerson, he’s impatient in a
lot of things and drives real fast, swerving in the last minute when making a
turn or overtaking. At one time, he did not slow down while crossing the
bridge. The endpoint sloped downwards that we flew off it. Unprepared, Summer
hit her head on the headrest, mine on hers and she started crying. Rain fell
off the seat and was jarred awake by the impact. My mood went downhill from
there and turned for the worse when it took us sometime before finally settling
in a restaurant for lunch.
A table with fresh young
coconut was waiting for us upon arrival. That was a refreshing change despite
waiting again for our room key.
Easy Diving was perfect. Well, maybe for brooding adults who wanted
to get some peace and quiet to mull things over. But for the advanced in years,
the strategically designed stairs can be a tad daunting and definitely
unwelcome.
We had the beach to
ourselves. I spent the afternoon lounging under the shade reading in between
watching Summer build sandcastles nearby. Mother sat across enjoying her
overpriced sandwich, ruminating on how to get to our room.
Early the next morning,
Rain and Summer joined me for a quick dip while their folks got busy tidying up
for a quick stop at Dumaguete. We took the Hinobaan road getting off at one of
the beaches with pebbled shores to stretch cramped legs and refresh with some
watermelon wedges. It was lunchtime when we made a stop at Bayawan where I
advertised their much talked about pasalubong: the baye-baye.
A few wrong turns after
(and endless phonecalls), we found ourselves at Valencia where we (they) bought
a few propagules in preparation for the Garden Show. It was almost dark when we
left the farm and we started discussing where to have dinner. I suggested to have
it somewhere in the city but the boys were hankering for some fish stew and
insisted to get one at Bais. At Bais though, the only open eatery at the time was
Jollibee. Whew!
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