12 noon. Habagat is here, blowing its winds while the June sun bore down really hard.
We are back on the island, back on one of our favorite haunts, waiting for one of our favorite comfort food — a bowl of agedashi tofu, which unfortunately is prone to inflation, as is everything else in this place.
Exactly a year ago we were probably doing exactly the same thing, seated on the same table, famished but happy. We’ve come twice more between then and now, and Owen and I would always find ourselves in this spot.
Everything looks as I remember it from a year ago: the umbrella tree in front and the plastic lounge chairs surrounding it; foreign families just off the beach coming in — spattering water all over the floor in the process — to order fresh fruit shake to be delivered later to their spot under the tree; somebody kitesurfing on the beach; the beach’s sundry hues of blue.
But this year, there was something else.
There were giggles and laughter as the surf crashed into shore and the wind blew harder.
On the beach were kids — tiny specks of brown against the blanket of blue — swimming naked without a care in the world.
It was a perfect day in Boracay.
Words by Nikka, Photos by Owen
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