The beach was only 3++ hours away from Manila. Quiet and uncrowded, it was near enough to be far away from it all. I imagined what D. was like when she first came here many years back, her tan still fresh from Surat Thani in Thailand. Nowadays I can barely imagine her smoking or even partying the way we used to. Nowadays, she takes her entire family (husband, son, sisters, brothers nieces and nephews) with her to the beach.
Some things remain the same, she says. The resort is still playing chillout music, and the relaxing effect has not been diluted. I didn't know how our little one would behave around this environment and this is going to be the farthest he is from home, so I wasn't really expecting to chillout all day. But we did. If he were at the so-called terrible two I can imagine there would have been a lot of chasing. Instead, D. had a massage, I had a drink and a little while to read, the little one's toes met the sand, we walked the shoreline during sunset and he napped in my shoulder in one of those beachfront villas.
After a few bottles, I even took a dip. I lied on my back and let the tides sway me. In all the resolutely floating aimlessly, Universe, you've made me so happy in all that's changed and all that remained. Let me be a good father and husband. Sway me some more and let me snatch the joy in all that is and all that will be.
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