First out of town

I think, in my opinion, the first times would always be the most cherished moments of all.

First trip, off to Bagac, Bataan, 2012.
I can say the place and beach were not well developed when we arrived.
The semi-gray sand made the salt water to turn black.
The inn, was beach fronted but the moths invaded the room's lights.
It was a kubo type room but it sure does feels creepy during the night.

And despite every negative thing I found at the place, it still marks the fun and adventure we had in the place as one of my most favorite places we've been.

Here, I saw him.
I saw the goodness in him, inside and out.
I saw his carefree self.
His care and concern were bought to a new and different level.
I saw his manhood in motion.
I felt everything in him in perfect sense.
His laughter and smiles. Everything.
Everything just went perfect.

I guess it was difficult to pinpoint the exact ways and gestures he showed these things to me since I am rewinding the moments and it will seem less different than what really happened back then.

We had an early swim at the beach.
We were even guided by the inn's personnel since the waves are too strong that day.
We were told not to go deeper as a storm is likely to hit the place any sooner.
Swimming together was a first. We enjoyed the beach as much as I thought we would.
He was raised in a beach front house at Aklan province, that's why the place was nostalgic to him.
He runned down those moments when he just stay all day at their beach, swimming and playing with his friends. All day. Did I say all day?
The story seems difficult for me to grasp since I never thought I, myself could stay all day in the waters with all the heat and uncertain depth of it.

We ate at a carinderia near the terminal going back to Manila.
Since Bagac is a province, you can't expect a fast food around the area.
And this is a good thing, since we were planning to do this to every new place we go to.

Beach pics upon arrival.


We also went to the Dambana ng Kagitingin.