It would be a complete heresy not to make this post after 1.) the long drive Ate Kaye made for us to Tagaytay and 2.) the epic paragliding fail (you let us down, you), and 3.) the sweet, unproductive weekend where the five of us (namely my brother and my cousins, whom I will not name because) just slept in, tinkered a TV Plus box for thirty minutes and walked the evening to see two mimes dancing in front of a restaurant. Glorious. I’m that sloth who’d love to have a time away just to roll in bed and do nothing, because adventure for this small, petite and low-stamina body isn’t really nice in the ears.
We landed at The Winds residences where a inhaled fresh, Tagaytay air and was probably spotted by a person or two. The first thing we did? Slump down the chairs. Then open the TV. Because no gliding in the air was happening.
At night, we chowed at Rowena’s because, pies.
By the time we were about to take our Zzzs, all of us were arguing who would sleep on the bed. Clue: no one wanted to. Ate Kaye, being the oldest (and the most tired, after her thesis + long drive), deserved the solo mattress. The rest of us gathered around the television and watched ten ho-hum minutes of My Darling Aswang (the only watchable thing on TV that time, or maybe because my cousin was pinning for a Tagalog movie before she takes that plane ride back to D.C.).
Then, morning. This is the real challenge.
You’d really know a person by the time they wake up.
My brother and D went for an early walk (hence, great opportunities to take sunrise photos by the lake). Me? The old lady? I waited for them and the two sleeping beauties in the silence of the apartment before jumping into a good bath.
If there’s anything more unproductive than sleeping in on an out-of-town trip was NOT. EATING. BREAKFAST.
What we did? Watched AHA! (we actually bonded on science, animal rescue), then Baranggay 143 and thenhate the fact that one. Has. To insert. A South Korean storyline. Tapos Pinoy pala ugh WHY???
Then, we had to move because we had to leave and eat.
And eating meant driving a few more kilometers because of all places we agreed to, it was Kanin Club, somewhere near NUVALI, which meant long stomach grumbling. But! We stopped by Rowena’s! Again! More pies!
When the pies were bought, we arrived at the location, and we realized that the weather = hell, and so was the waiting time. It was Sunday. Family day. And Pinoy familes bond on food. Which was why we were some number down the pending customers and became part of that long, long queue that had to wait before we got in.
The good news: after thirty minutes and a lot of sweat, WE GOT IN!
There’s a lot more but I’m more interested to ramble about the two near-miss accidents D had because she was playing with her plate (and glass). By this time, I could tell you that Kanin Club‘s wares are as strong as steel.
D is flying back this Holy Week and it will be long before we see her again. Or hear kuya Paul sing some random song like Dalagang Pilipina or eat tita Mameng’s spaghetti. But, even though this short weekend trip was disappointing thanks to the paraglider man (yes, I am a baby) not replying on time, we did:
- eat lots of good food
- slept long Zzzs
- traveled together
- spend money on desserts
- not break any plates while spinning them
- had a ride in kuya Paul’s still wrecked-car
- get home bringing pineapples
And a lot more. Sleep is golden. Family, more so. ‘Till the next reunion, and hopefully, there’ll be more of us. x