It wasn't that surprising to see my every news feed bombarded with photos having "#pitsenyor #sinulog2014" hashtags attached to photo captions, but it was still quite exciting running into a lot of Manila friends along the streets of Fuente Osmeña in the middle of Sinulog chaos, by chance, fate, whatnots.
This is one of the most memorable trips I've had, since it's yet another one of my biggest "firsts". It somehow made me feel like a fully blossomed butterfly emancipated from my cocoon. Trips like this were always reserved for the family, but I guess I've come to that point I only used to imagine when I was younger. This was the sole thing I really looked forward to as a kid -- the freedom that I've always seen as a perk of being a grown-up. You let your parents know where you're going as opposed to asking permission, saving and spending your own hard-earned money, actually savoring the guilt from it, and just going through life making difficult decisions. (Let's scratch the latter)
And as young adults trying to find a break from our difficult lives in Manila, we had this consensus to make a mantra out of our hashtag to live by in Cebu called #walwalan2014. I never really figured out what it meant exactly but... context clues. Perhaps I matured way too fast that I outgrew some things sooner than I should. So this was our chance to do reckless things, and I hate to say YOLO but how else do you define eating until you're about to implode, spending so much on beach trips, food, parties, alcohol, more food, out of wanting to wring this trip to its drought. We barely went back to the hotel to sleep, because every tourist in Cebu was up getting wasted at some bar. I received a timely text from my friend one night saying
"Hey, what happens in Cebu, stays in Cebu."
"Hey, what happens in Cebu, stays in Cebu."
I couldn't help but smile. See you next year, Cebu. We'll be back.
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Before I forget, here's the best thing about our Cebu trip.
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