“Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.” - Rachel Carson
I've been to La Union several times. And there was never an instance that my relatives stopped looking after me. One time, I was in San Fernando, the town next to San Juan (where my grandparents are), with a cousin when I suddenly got several text messages from my aunt telling us to go home since it was getting dark. I never got the chance to travel there without my relatives around, until last February.
I went there with my friends. We stayed in a hotel (friend's treat) and for the first time, I was able to be in San Juan without bothering my relatives (or them bothering me. We got there very early in the morning (around 5pm, I think) - it was still dark. We had breakfast, fooled around a bit (passing by the Jollibee Drive Thru with a friend hanging at the back of the car) and went to the hotel. The sky was getting brighter. After settling transactions at the front desk, we headed straight to the beach.
We were at awe. The scene was wonderful and we can't help but talk about it. We were along the shore facing the beach. I settled down and lighted a cigarette. Suddenly, for a brief moment, we were all quiet. Our eyes were looking around without saying a thing. All we could here are the splashes of the waves and the wind brushing our ears.
The sun was just about to rise. The morning breeze was very cool. It was the most beautiful place on earth. For a brief moment, I was able to forget my problems. It was probably more than enough to drown away all the troubles of life. It was a wonderful moment - perfect scene at a perfect time. I've been there several times before, but I've never witnessed such wonder.
I wonder how to describe it to my parents and siblings. The most flattering words won't do justice. They have to be there to see what I saw. How could I ever describe to them such an amazing moment? It'd be like describing a beautiful thing that the blind will never see.
The water was dark blue. The waves were frolicking with the cool morning breeze along the shore. It was as refreshing as a deliciously concocted mojito in a tall chilled glass.
Several houses with chic patios facing the sea lined the cove. The rest of the cove was covered by dewdrop-glittered greenery. It was as pleasant as the feeling of lying down on the softest bed and pillows covered with newly washed sheets.
The morning sky was in monochromatic blue-gray hues, bright enough to show that the sun will arrive at any second. It brought together the morning scenery around the beach - just like how the sound of the bass ties the sound of the piano and saxophone together in the soothing music of American jazz. It was one amazing moment I wished would last long enough for my family to see on their next vacation. I knew such moment would end soon, though. We went back to our cabin to rest.
It signaled the start of what has been the most memorable La Union trip I had.
♫"I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like boo-boo"♫ -Outkast