after the waiting, we just meet somewhere, Embee's text.
Somewhere where?, I asked.
He answered, somewhere to where you planned.
Times like that, one has to grab the chance to decide. he might change his mind. Truth to tell, even couples have different preferences. Anyway, for detours, he would like some pampering: A/C room, dvd/ cd or cable, oh.... while I would like a Ceres ride somewhere more than a town or two away. Therefore when he says we go my way, we should go right away because in situations like this there is no midway. It's either a four walled chill room with us watching HBO... or yes, Siaton.
So can we meet at the Ceres terminal?
Do you know where it is?
No? But the tricycle drivers do.
Silence.
Okay... where is the where that we are going, I mean the town?
Siaton.
Me to tricycle driver: Nong, sa Ceres terminal para Siaton. Pwede pass by ta boulevard?
Driver: Okay.
Girl in Ceres terminal. I can imagine what the mother said: "Wait for me here and watch our things".
Good for this girl, her mother does not let her wait inside a bus on deck to go, and rush somewhere to buy things not in their town. My mother used to do that and it was torture. Later in life though, I just realized it is not really bad to do that. Multitasking, make one's daughter guard your favorite spot in the bus while you make last minute purchases before boarding the bus. The only torture trigger was this :long time ago, there was no clear schedule for the bus to go, it was like "alas- puno" (time to go when all seats are taken) and the bus, in order to lure prospective clients, motions itself forward and backward as if telling everyone not yet on board that it is already going at any second.
lateral scenery during ceres ride:
are we there...(pause)...not yet?, Embee asked.
This time we were in separate habal habals.
Nodding helps when you want to assure someone of arrival soon though deep inside you feel like saying his guess is good as yours since both of you have never been there before.
I realize though that when the sea approaches you...you are probably near.
finally a view from the cottage:
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