Kawasan Falls, Matutinao, Badian, Cebu, Philippines It was a sleepless night. I was reading this poem in the wee hours of the morning at McDonald’s Mango while waiting for Mara, the PR consultant of Terra Manna Camping and Resort. I didn’t know that we would visit the river that kept on flowing in my memory. Rivers are ardent travelers and drifters. Rivers are lives not lived.
Water Vendor | Taal Volcano, Batangas Perhaps Brandi Carlile had this kind of face on mind while writing the first stanza of “The Story.” All of these lines across my face / Tell you the story of who I am / So many stories of where I’ve been / And how I got to where I am Those wrinkles, like small rivers trailing on her face, are storied. Laughter may have caused the line crawling on her cheek. Or tears. Or time. Life.
TERRA MANNA CAMPING & RESORT BADIAN, CEBU February 25, 2012 I visited Terra Manna again yesterday. It is arrogant of us to perceive that we know the place well after our first visit. Places have ways of surprising us. Have a happy Sunday, everyone. Love and Laugh, Jona of Backpacking with a Book