Why must you hide from us, sun? Last chance: come out with your rays up.
Yesterday, an entire day was spent NOT swimming. Maybe the second time’s a charm.
We came, we saw, we passed out. The saga continues…
(Getaway soundtrack: “Best Day of My Life” by American Authors)
My friends – the same people I was with in Vigan – and I went to Aklan a couple of months ago. It was an eventful five-day vacation, so I thought a little play-by-play would be a better method of telling you about it. (Just a heads-up: I hope you’re in the mood for a mini-series.)
Our trip to Ilocos was a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision. It started out as a wouldn’t-it-be-nice thought, which suddenly got serious when we set a date that was only about a couple of weeks away. Because of the limited time we had, we kind of rushed our search for a place to stay too. We needed lodging that would fit our budget but didn’t look like Hostel was shot there, and that’s how we stumbled upon Grandpa’s Inn.
(Getaway soundtrack: “Wag Kang Matakot” by Eraserheads)
Don’t worry, I’m using the literary reference in the title very loosely here, so no bleak Dickensian account of the parallels between London and Paris during the French Revolution. Mine’s going to be a positive account of my trip to Ilocos early this year in two of the province’s most famous cities.