I call it my island. I am a great advocate of this place I often say every Filipino must come and visit this to discover how beautiful it is. The powdery sand, the soft calming waves and the clear water underneath the blue sky.
October of this year I got to reunite with Boracay but for the first time in my countless visits here, a strong typhoon was present. I never have imagined that the tides could be so cruel and the downpour of rain so heavy. The coast guard implemented a strict zero permission for people to come near the seaside. I cried the first night out of disappointment and sadness, I vented to an ex who was so patient to listen to my woes. I saved a huge amount of money for this trip only to realize I would not have my plan to get a good tan materialize.
The universe might have took pity on me, on the second day, the sun shone for a few hours I was able to swim, took decent photos, did some water activities especially the much- hyped crystal kayak pictorial. And on my last day, the sun shone its best, everyone was out. The storm was over and I think I even had sun-kissed blush even for a brief stay at the shore.
I proved one thing. My love affair with Boracay can withstand the test of time come rain or shine. Its magic I still felt despite the turnaround of events. The peace and calm that I always feel each time I set my feet here were wonderfully present. I tell my close friends, all my photos captured in Boracay, no fail make me look pretty. Even on this typhoon- accompanied one, I can say the same.
That is why I continue to describe it as my island. One of my few loyal and true love.
Boracay. Bitch. Beach.
