La Union and Baguio

After more than 2 months, I went back to La Union to surf and feel good heat of the sun – though the original plan was “not to surf”. We weren’t supposed to leave until Saturday morning but I secretly packed my beach and surfing stuff and stole a moment of whining and begging so I can push through with my ‘secret’ plan. Knowing Tor, he really hates it if something planned doesn’t push thru or something unplanned goes on, but good Lord, thank you for allowing me to go!

We finished our last-minute-packing, impulsively invited our friend Marc to tag along and viola, we’re off to the bus station to catch our ride going to San Juan, La Union. Departure is at 2:00am, arrived at San Juan 7:00am, just in time for the baby waves. By the looks of it, it seemed a party wasn’t held the night before. The beach was clean, tents were prepped for the Surf Break and the place was a little packed with guests and locals. I only had almost 2 hours to surf, since we had to be somewhere else and the Surf Clinic was the priority of the beach. It was a bit frustrating that I didn’t get to ride long because I kept on slipping, falling and seriously wiped away. The board I used even gave me a big bruise on my left thigh. No pain no gain, Baby. Oh well.

The real purpose of this trip was to attend the birthday celebration of Nestor’s mom and yeah, meet the family. It was fun, they were accommodating and very hospitable but I can’t deny the fact that I’d fret and was shy. Again, I went through this process of meeting the whole family of my better half – its not that there’s something bad about it, I just wish that this would the last family that I’d expect to be my in-laws.

Going to Baguio was nostalgic - My visions may not be clear but I can clearly recall the long trips I used to have with my family when we were still complete, we’d go to so many places, have so much fun just being around each other and wear out ourselves. It brought back the child in me, it brought back my innocence. Nestor was extremely happy to go back to his hometown as well, as if he’s a little boy again.