Bacnotan, La Union
0602013 7:04PM
You would have been in Tuguerarao, talking to your boss about how majestic the Callao Cave was or complaining how steep the stairway leading to it. You would have been enjoying the famous Pancit Batil Patong for dinner as you watched a recap episode of The Voice in your hotel room. You would have completely written your schedule down for the week:
Naguillan, Isabela tomorrow,
Tabuk, Kalinga on Tuesday,
Lamut, Ifugao on Wednesday,
Homebound right after Lamut
But no, you're not in Tuguegarao and you still haven't had a bite since 3pm. Earlier that day (or even the day before that), you've self-diagnosed yourself with some tourist diarrhea (TD). So, your boss has insisted to cut your trip short and send you back to the barracks. You look at your watch and find out that you have been on the road for 9 hours (!). Your stomach begins to squirm, warning you of another round of pain and discomfort. Darn that delicious adobong bituka -slash- yesterday's lunch!
But you don't really regret sampling that carinderia dish nor having to sit on your butt for almost half a day. Despite the frustrated leisure trip to somewhere else, you still enjoy the homebound ride. You've passed through those roads several times, yet you still find pleasure in noticing new things/places around you. In fact, you have updated your To-do/Go-to lists with your new little discoveries. you realize even in the time of TD, what matters is the journey, not the destination.
Though you've dreaming about Callao Cave for a month now, you think, "well, wth. There's always another time for that. For now, I'll enjoy the sunset outside my window.
And also, that week-long rest in Baguio City."
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