We had been preparing for this trip for months! Roadtrip to Bacolod! This was Ava's first trip to Bacolod. We were all excited. Slept early the night before. The kids were already in travel cloths when I put them to sleep. (Sudden flashback to movie Sound of Music when they went away to the mountains) hehehehe. by 3am I have begun waking the household to prepare. Engine starts at 4am. We had to be tight about the schedule so as to reach Toledo early for the barge to San Carlos at 7.30am. And this Wednesday of the holy week, all of Cebu would be driving to Toledo to catch the same trip. Everyone would be quietly and secretly racing to Toledo. It was 4am and all you could see are the headlights of them cars going to Toledo. We got there by 5.45am. a good time. NOT!!! jWe were the 2nd car in line to get a ticket. And guess what? We DID NOT GET a ticket! Why? Because for some freaky reason, some VIPs were allowed to cut ahead of us. Friends, relatives of the ship owner, I just couldnt care less. There was no justice in that! Things used to be smooth (and fair) in that terminal. It was like, if you wake up early, drive up early and get there early, then you get on the ship. But not this year. PALAKASAN I guess. A car, 7th in line AFTER us was allowed to get on. Poor us. Poor our kids! It meant another FOUR hours in Toledo. The next trip was still at 1pm. The car ahead of us got there at 4am and he didnt get a ticket either. What did we do? Raise hell actually. It was one of the very rare moments that I saw Joel get mad. What's hell? Raising our voices in the ticket counter of course. Hehehehe I could just laugh about it now but boy, were we boiling mad!!! Anyway anyway highway...4 hours. 4 freaking hours. What to do? Good thing Joel remembered he has a friend who owns a resort in Toledo. Off to Binghay Marine Resort we went and found this: Me. Recomposing. We had lunch at Jollibee in the terminal.
this is who I am, what I think. Loving, living every bit of life. Happy, sad, high and low. I take it all. These are my days. Loving my daughters. Loving my husband. Holding their hearts in mine.
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