So were on our nth round of tong-its, swapping chips, twenty peso bills, cigarettes and downloaded TV episodes. It's a Friday night and were thinking its gonna be another weekend of futile attemps at entertaining ourselves. Even in a state of fiscal crisis, we knew that a burgeoning feeling of escape was lurking amongst all of us. So I popped the question: "Wanna hit the road?""Are you drugs?" Carms asked quizically. "I'm giving you guys an hour to pack." I replied. Sometime between 2 and 3 AM we popped out of Manila and into the North Luzon Expressway. We all knew this wasn't gonna be an epic road trip, but we all felt that we were taking the right direction.
Cruising northward at daybreak is one of the best road experiences. With nothing to mind and nothing to beat we arrived at La Union just after breakfast time.La Union is home - where I was born, where I spent my childhood summers, where I learned to drive, where I take my friends for vacations. There's nothing quite like my Lola's Igado - pork stew cooked in an Ilocano way, I think. Coincidentally, it was my Lola's birthday so that meant food was gonna flow liberally from the kitchen. Shet, sarap. Haha.
We were supposed to surf. But then again, we were drugs. So, we just soaked up the good old sun. Hot. Hot. Hot. Sunsets like these are best downed with bottles and bottles of beer. Dinner is looking good!Happy birthday Maying! That's my loving, lovely Lola! I'm a Lola's boy! Haha.
Tada.
