I never experienced walking long miles just to go any where. I grew up having all the comforts at a whim.
I was, after all, a city girl.
Our ilocos escapade was suppose to be a week experience of a typical summer vacation and honestly just a credit to pay *hehe*. A change of atmosphere, no wifi connections to be able to tweet and blog everything, just me, some relative and everything in between.
Come what may, spontaneity is what a young adult do.
But if being spontaneous means boating 45 minutes, crossing the biggest waves ala tripoli potterson, oh joy, I can practically see myself go down the toilet.
I was not ready for it.
It’s not that I’m being particularly grouchy; no, not really. It’s just that when it comes to such things, I totally and downright suck. Yep, I wasn’t kidding. My stamina is practically nil and heck, even my younger sister is actually better than me.
I realy wanted to be like this. I was just born this way.
But judging by the situation, the only thing I could do was to get that over and done with. Perhaps it would be great if I gave it my best shot—which was, in all honesty, not very encouraging. It was worth a try, though.
And contrary to my earlier thoughts, it seems that me, surviving that is becoming more and more of a losing cause. The nearer we came to the place where the beach is, the more I felt exhausted.
But I survived.
The promise of a gorgeous beachl kept me moving. I do threaten to kill somebody if it was not worth it by the way.
Of course, I was not disappointed. It was not breathtaking like those kinds you see on travel magazines, but it was beautiful. Nature really is the best artwork.
(Source: kirieimei)
"When you are in love you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
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