My Happy Place

I did the whole blog roulette thing, clicking on the "Next Blog" button in the hopes of being surprised by something interesting. This particular entry made me pause and think, "Wouldn't it be nice if we had something like this here?"

Photo from Fiberbliss

And then I realized that we do!

Early this year, Hamil and I went on our first camping trip together on Valentine weekend. We went to gorgeous Nagsasa Cove, a neighbor to the more famous Anawangin in Zambales. There, we pitched a tent, lounged on a hammock by the beach, explored a mini-forest bordering a stream, walked through six-foot-tall grass to get to a trickling waterfall, and jumped into the little swimming hole.

The beach is made up of sand and lahar from the Mt. Pinatubo eruption.

The hours stretched on, moving in slow motion, in stark contrast to the frenetic pace of the lives we left behind in Manila. There was no signal (between the two of us, we cover all three major networks, and still nothing!), no WiFi. We read, we napped, we talked, we ate roasted marshmallows, we shivered in our tent as a howling wind blew relentlessly that night. We hugged and rubbed our feet together to help us keep warm. (Now that I think of it, it's a lot like that chapter in Eclipse. Except Hamil was both Edward and Jacob--my fire and ice! My best of both worlds.)

My man, a roasted marshmallow, the cool wind in our, er, my hair--aside from a working bathroom, what more could I possibly ask for?

I think I was drawn to that random blog post because right now, I am longing for the feeling I had in the two days we were at Nagsasa. Right after the trip, I wrote that I would always look back at it with fondness. Today, I look back at it with yearning. There's just a tad too much Crazy in my life now, and I just want to get away. To go back to the place where I was completely, utterly at peace.