You know that familiar feeling when you recently had an amazing vacation on a place that when you finally got back to reality, your body refuses to accept what your mind tells you otherwise. Well, I had that kind of feeling when yesterday I just got back from the province. It's just taking a break for three days, a short time but I had some stories to share.
On our first day, a fisherman went missing leaving the boat unattended in the middle of the sea without anyone onboard. At that time, we were clueless that when we overlook the wide sea waiting for Mt. Mayon to show up, we thought a number of motorboats are just preparing for a festivity. Little did we know, fishermen were searching for a lost brother out on the open sea. In our province, there's a bond of camaraderie and such strong affinity between families. Losing one member of the community is heart-wrenching that everyone awaits and hoped for the body to be found. As a way to extend our deepest sympathy for the bereaved family, we decided not to push our plans for a family beach outing. We just went to a nearest river instead and spend our time taking pictures and having lunch altogether.
