Missing my little house in that Island
That country, that island, that house and the time spent will be part of my life for I travelled like a free person.
To wake up early morning and making breakfast. Right from shopping till preparing it with my own hands. Making it nicer was all my focus. Really, I never did this before.
In the 2 PM in the afternoon, I left the house to bring vegetables and Chicken Lechon for lunch. But my feelings were like I fled to never return. It was confusing to find way to the main market. Sometimes I was next to the sea, sometimes I drove by the mountains and sometimes narrow earthy roads. I was driving around fearlessly like a free person.
I was a free person. I had no map and yet I would drive kilometers and kilometers to follow my love for the road without knowing where am heading. I never had such an experience before.
I was a free person. I had no map and yet I would drive kilometers and kilometers to follow my love for the road without knowing where am heading. I never had such an experience before.
It was late when I arrived. By the time I fetched the Chicken and vegetables for lunch it was 4 PM. So our lunch turned out to be a delicious dinner. Thanks to my friend Jorge who is not only a foodie himself and but also make wonders when it comes to food.
We live many small lives in one life. This one was special and I realized that, home is not where you live. It is where your heart belongs. I certainly made one in 5 days in Moalboal in the Cebu Island of Philippines. The one I am missing today.
What is it called to do the undone?
Certainly, it is to TRAVEL.
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