Just last Sunday evening, my whole system already breathed for Bohol. Imaginations stroke my every mind as I wander on every little detail I cherish about the place that I always look back. I could not wait for Monday to come, I said to myself. I could not wait for tomorrow, I sighed. But then again, the very problem I had at that time (if you would credit it as one) is to wait for only a matter of hours and woosh! Bohol!
It’s good to be back in Bohol. After a quarter-semester long here in UP, it’s just so good to be back in the place where every UP friend that I now have always longed to visit.
I remember a good friend of mine who happened to be my classmate in one of my speech classes. By the very moment that she learned that I come from Bohol, she was like: “Bohol (two eyes popping..no joke!)! I love Bohol…The beaches and the dolphins and the tricycles (pronounced as traysikels)” And she started telling to me and to the whole class her experience in the place. She even stressed that she preferred Bohol over Boracay – Bohol’s fresh, Boracay’s too commercialized’ Bohol has genuine nature, Boracay’s urbanized. And spontaneously, the whole class was turned into the tune of Bohol. For them, and of course for me, the place is just so unique, so definitive. And I can’t help but brag about everything about the place!
And Monday came. And it’s eight in the morning. The plane’s ready to depart for Bohol. Although I left U.P. as early as four thirty in the morning (I’d to travel early because traffic’s building up outside the vicinity, people had been massing up for SONA) and it was a very early time for me, I made sure that I will not be able to sleep during the whole trip. I saw to it that I will not miss the very first glimpse of Bohol from an aerial perspective. Oh, how I miss Bohol.
And it’s past nine in the morning. And the plane’s landing. Finally, I’m home, I said to myself. The very first thing I did, I roamed over Tagbilaran for an hour-long just to satisfy the euphoric feeling I felt at that time. I was very excited of the yearly Bohol Sandugo Showcase so that I immediately went on to CVSCAFT’s block just for me to know that it was moved to Tagbilaran’s “baywalk”. I decided to hold for awhile such feeling of excitement to check for some Bohol products in the showcase because the whole part of me can’t wait but travel to my hometown, Batuan. The very reason I went to Bohol on the first place was to celebrate the town fiesta with my constituents. Together with Bohols’ Sandugo Celebration, Batuan also is celebrating its yearly town fiesta in honor of Saint James, The Apostle. I flee all the way from UP to Bohol at those very weekdays since I was asked to host the main event of the fiesta. Of course, the night was memorable to everybody present there. The night was perfect. Everyone enjoyed.
Wednesday came. And I have to leave. No sad moments for me. One, I saw my family and friends, well and good. Two, I was able to attend two big celebrations, the province and the town-wide fiestas. Three, the longing I felt for Bohol had been contingently halted, I once again was able to feel Bohol’s breeze; I breathed Bohol’s truest.