My one beach trip for the summer

We were already in Tagaytay when a tree branch fell on and CRACKED the car windshield. What are the odds of that happening? So we drove back to Ortigas to change cars. I drove up to Tagaytay (Me! Driving!). Burgy drove up to Nasugbu in the dark with me navigating (Me! Navigating!). Aprille kept us smiling. 

We got to Fuego past 10pm. Accuweather said it would rain Saturday. Lola and friends said no, let the child turn brown. So we had one whole day of sun and sand. I swam laps in the sea. I sat on the shore. I stared at where sea met sky, where the sun played with the leaves. I watched a kid play in the sand. I think one should visit the sea regularly to feel awe, to feel small, to feel strong. 

Thank you, Universe, for letting me see the beach before the rains come back. I am so very grateful.

Heaven Before Hell

I already know that this week/month/next three months will be hellish, so I'm really glad I had a sweet Sunday before the shit hits the fan.

We hit the range early in the morning. There were only three of us, so we had to pretend it was such a chore. "Ang init." "It's my turn again?" "Ang dami pang bala!" "I have a paper cut na from taping up all our shots."

Hanging out with the Marconator and the Foo Fighter.

Lola Lettie's 1969 Winchester lovingly restored by the Marconator.

I'm going to call her Lady Winchester from now on.

And then we had a super seafood lunch c/o Marco and Marion, who came from a wedding in Bacolod. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures. We were so fricking hungry after four hours in the sun.

And then we went swimming at 2pm. Kebs to the UV rays.

I've been longing for the beach. In Mom's place I can more than pretend. Sarap.