A weekend of no work and no internet.
Of waking to the sound of lapping waves and the delicious smell of Nanay’s cooking. Of glorious sunrises and spectacular sunsets. Words cannot suffice, obviously, so here are some images from back home.
//The beach is just a few meters behind our house.
//taking a walk at the beach
//My mother’s cute garden entrance
//tools for drying palay
//some of the locals picking up firewood to sell to the public market
//the view from my room
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel
until he comes home and rests his head on his old,
— Lin Yutang