For weeks, I pestered my parents for us to take a trip. It doesn’t have to be far away! I just want to get away from the metro for a while!
Finally, on a weekend near the end of November, they caved to my whining. We’d be going to Quezon for an overnight trip, and they encouraged me to bring Gelo so I’ll have company.
And so, with some alcohol in the bed of our pickup and way more food than is necessary for an overnight trip, we drove to Real, Quezon. Being the chronically sleepy bum that I am, I spent the whole drive fast asleep, curled up like a cat, while Gelo happily made conversation with my parents.
Gotta admit, I was pretty disappointed when we arrived at the beach where we’d be staying.
The cottages had the air of abandonment in them: unwelcoming and damp. I didn’t want to stay there, but I didn’t want to cause a scene, either. So I sucked it up the best I can.
As the night progressed, I came to see that my parents really like Gelo.
My stepdad, who already gets quite emotional when he’s speaking, kept reassuring Gelo that we think of him as family, that he can approach us for whatever need he has. Even Mama, who’s usually a bit reserved around others, told Gelo embarrassing stories about me.
After having dinner and drinking with my parents, Gelo and I went to our tent on the beach. He set it up because the cottage only had enough room for 2 people. I was uncomfortable because the sand underneath was tightly-packed – my back was killing me 8 hours later.
Our conversation that night inspired one of my favorite pieces of creative nonfiction I’ve written. If you like the beach and shooting stars, give it a read!
Around 5am, it started to drizzle, so Gelo and I folded the tent and went back to the cottage. After having breakfast, I immediately fell asleep. Waking up, I saw that everyone was out singing into the videoke machine (Gelo absolutely loves videoke, even if his voice sorta sucks).
One of the best things about the trip? There was no signal, so I got a break from spending all my time online.
It wasn’t the fanciest vacation I’ve ever gone on, but it was one of the best.