Yes, La Union was that for me. Khet andaming pasa after. Got a half-fist sized one above my left calf and the three penny-sized ones on each knee, never mind the usual marks on my arms. I’m treating them like war wounds, really.

But yeah, there was definitely the feeling of release and freedom there. For all those who care, I am happy. Happier even. So don’t worry. Agyamanak to all of you.

Aside of course, from the petrifying seconds when I thought that the waves will eat me alive and the horrible humiliating moments after, when I had what technically can not be called, a wipeout.

Thank you Brixie for being the patient guide and inspiring surfing enthusiast. I’ve learned my lesson now. Thou shall not sleep during the morning tutorial coz waves are fatal in the afternoon. A surfboard, however pretty and colorful, can hit one in the head and cause more than a “charming” bump.

Thank you also “sexy girl” Elka for well, “rescuing” me after the three big waves, one after the other, crashed into and dumped bucketfuls of sand on me.Like a scene from those soap operas, I can still recall how we caught everyone’s attention at the beachfront – you screaming “Reesey, are you alright?” and I dripping with sand. My inner child was grinning goofily then.Thanks also for helping me shower after. Still have fond memories of that. Drool. Haha.

Having survived Pareng Dante’s (Alighieri’s) version of hell, Pinoy-style in that godforsaken freezer of a bus beside you two was worth it. Keep inviting me to beaches dearie coz I really don’t do well in cold weather.

Let’s go back to La Union! Erm, Kai’s there.=p

“Come to La Union…Let’s surf and play…The waves taketh your worries away…” Har3!