It’s
quite hard to move on from something you’ve just started to fall for.
While
I’m still awestruck with the heavenly feel of watching those rolling green slopes
and the rest of the best things that come with the road trip, the happiness in me has
to cut short, unfortunately. Frustratingly, my eyes could nearly withstand
the stress and tiredness out of the previous night’s unlikely outcome but managed to remain awake for the next hours more because of those unbelievably
incredible creations cascading in front of me. Indeed, the adrenaline and
stress out of the adventure are stronger than the comfort offered by our beds.
In no
time, we hopped on a jeepney chartered to Bontoc for an eventual lift to Sagada,
to where we’re bound to be. The wheels began to roll as some unexpected things began
to unfold. Nearly an hour later, we dropped off for a pleasant surprise:
It was
no less than the Banaue Rice Terraces I used to scan and adore on those Sibika at Kultura
textbooks during my primary years which shows the "pagiging malikhain at maparaan ng mga Pilipino". Instantly, the first-grade
pupil in me came effortlessly musing over the old days back then of dreaming to
be on that very spot. Also reminded me of the good old days with my elementary classmates and teachers back home, back in the day.
