A geomancer once told me I'd live to be 67. If that's the case I'm hitting midlife crisis. As the cool breeze calms my spirit,I couldn't fathom why they dubbed it as such, when I have absolutely no worries at this point in time. Oh,but I am in Boracay, and my only thoughts at this point reverberate: one can't,absolutely,must not, walk out on a Bob Marley song in this island.
The Caucasian lady bobs her head to Sweat, and my brain focuses on her silver hoop earrings which sway to the music as she swings to the beat; the other young ladies clad in black dresses look relaxed and having the time of their life, albeit in a very slow-mo speed. Maybe it's my brain processing these scenes as it takes in the Bora vibe. Thoughts are dimmed,much like the candles wrapped in plastic around me. I didn't flinch when I paid 600 for my french tip manicure and pedicure with some glitzy silvers and a sweaty-palmed manicurist, nor complained too much about Gasthoff's super sweet iced tea to accompany L's baby back ribs. I loved the Hey Jude deal I got on this peak season, and the fact that I get the chance to revisit one of my favorite places in the world (Tokyo,watch out for me in 2010!).
Maybe it's the Christmas air in Bora touching me for the very first time; maybe it's the combination of margarita,Marley and the worship of the sea making me feel heady and in touch with the NOW. Whatever it is, today seems a great day. And no one is complaining.
All photos by: Anna Ylagan
