These days, the sound of airplanes hovering above our roofs
Feels like a gentle reminder to remain hopeful
I counted more than 4 airplanes since late last night
Pretty uncommon nowadays but I got to admit it makes me happy
I don’t miss travelling too much, though
Between the actual flight and waiting at the airport
I would say I miss sitting at the terminal more
For some reason, the sitting and waiting always humbles me
These things, however, might be a little further away still
But it doesn’t mean we’re waving the white flag
I’m sure the right time will come
For us to return to our normal lives
In the meantime, let’s look after each other, alright?
The roads in Panay Island are definitely better than the ones in Cebu.
Waiting for our boat ride to Gigantes.
Hahaha! These two hate pump boat rides.
It not fo Covid I would have seen this bunch every month since April.
I’m really happy they take me along and never ask me to be anyone else.
Bai! Unsa man?
I guess that’s why they are called Islas Gigantes because they look like sleeping giants.
Who would not want to bathe here?
Stone stacks on one of the islets.
We had to climb of for this view.
Hey man!
Back to back beaches.
Who knows where we could have been if covid didn’t ground us.
I stayed a while to remember this.
The next day started with batchoy.
Batchoy Hungry faces.
Oh my!
What Chasey?
Looking a far.
Guimaras!
Sisters for life.
Hey Anna!
Jacob was there.
Cang made sure to come back to the swing.
Stretching by the sea.
Pictures like this always remind me of childhood.
Guimaras was nice.
A balancing act.
These two are inseparable.
Another one of those pictures I always like remembering
