Imaginary Travels

I came from a not-so-small town but but it didn’t mean I could go wherever I want on a whim. My  family had to work extra hard to make ends meet and going somewhere else was at the bottom of the priority list–take note, priority, which means food comes first. No, I am not complaining, just reliving what was which paved the way to what is. 

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Well, I still cannot go wherever I want in a whim, so to speak, but it’s more probable now, in my imagination at least.

There are lots of places I want to go to and had I been granted with a power to teleport, I would probably have circled the world a thousand times over. You can see why I wasn’t. But, oh, the possibilities.

Century old brick walls or older magnificent structures, inspiring  cultures, the rich history, libraries, museums, sunsets, nature. The limit of my imagination is beyond endless. I would definitely need more than one lifetime and another after that to explore them all. You bet I would.

The truth is, I have only been to a few places and I savor the memories these trips have given me. My rational is quite simple and I know, most of you, chance reader or not, would understand. I cannot afford them. So I plan and I save. One trip at a time.

I long to travel from one continent to the next and I wish to at least fulfill half of it in my time. I would not get another chance, otherwise.

I have friends, acquaintances and relatives in different parts of the world. They will travel and take photos for me. In my mind, I will be with them. I can hear the chorus of laughter, taste the exotic food, marvel at the picturesque view then wonder where we will go next.

I know it’s not the real thing and I may sound mental  but who can blame me. I make do with what I have and practical about it, too.

Soon, this will all be real, I promise.

I just have to continue to work harder and believe me, I shall.

PS. I envy the constant travelers not because they can afford it–only because they were there ahead of me. No matter. I will be there, too.


Rainy Summer

March marks the beginning of summer in the Philippines. It means HEAT to the brown-skinned race most foreigners adore and Filipinos hate. Don’t get me wrong, some do, anyway.

This year would be the busiest summer of my life. Imagine magical sunrise  & breathtaking sunset. Not to mention the sweetest air that could melt the worries away together with the bluest skies which transports you to eternal bliss.

Then there was the weather forecast. It’s going to be a Rainy Summer due to La Niña. According to Wikipedia, “La Niña is a coupled ocean-atmosphere phenomenon that is the counterpart of El Niño as part of the broader El Niño-Southern Oscillation climate pattern. I will not pretend to know the deeper explanation of this occurrence but I can confidently say it means MORE rain. So there goes my summer rendezvous with the white silky sands beaches.

Nevertheless, a downpour doesn’t end a season.  It makes it even more meaningful. Just like anything in life, a smooth sailing doesn’t define a person…a stormy ride does.

Happy Summer everyone! Don’t forget your rain coats!

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