I guess that you can take the boy out of the island, but you can never take the island out of the boy (insert cf).
The second weekend back home was spent with friends from college days. A quick two-hour bus ride south of Manila brought us to Puerto Galera where over the weekend we owned a boat, and a few unmanned islands. The sea and the skies were just gorgeous as usual, and everything felt great.
The food just taste tastier when the air is always clean, salty, and warm. Hours are uncountable, revelries are listless but wonderful, the sun is a king, and the stars are all grown up constellations, not just some isolated bashful flickers in the night time .
