One of the many reasons why I loved growing up in the province was the drawn out, lazy sunrise that would rouse you each morning. Your body would just naturally wake up at the crack of dawn, responding to a silent alarm. As though it just knew how a disservice it would be to miss seeing the sky change colors.
In Baler, the days lasted longer, so any surf trip there was reminiscent of my childhood back in my hometown Cebu. My friends and I milked everything we could during the last weekend we had there. Nobody looked at their watches because…you didn’t have to, really.
Happy Hour had no limit, started at lunch, and stretched well into the evening. The cheaper the drinks were, the better. Tira!
And despite the countless rounds of crazy drinking games we’d have the night before…we’d always, always wake up early for this.
Gotta love Brei and Chinky, the mermaids who made our past two surf trips happen. Thank you, guapas! Chula!
Brave the waves,