trip to san carlos, pangasinan

This is what my hometown looks like. Greenery on end, a few people who all know each other (and wherein chismis travels fast), houses far in between, no telephone lines, and the only source of water are trusty old posos (mechanical water pumps). That there is electricity at all, I consider a blessing. That the roads have finally been paved three years ago, I consider a minor miracle. Going to this place used to mean a very bumpy ride, which would make my ass sore.

I last came here four years ago to do some “soul searching”. The Jynx Affair had thrown my life into a mess and I had to sort out a lot of things. Also, I was broken-hearted then with Celine. The irony is, this time I came back with her instead of trying to forget her. Life is funny like that.

We had a grand time going around the place. Here are pics of Tito Joey’s house, my Tito Ben feeding the geese, and the pretty rest house by the lake.

And here are different shots of the boat I used to frequent when I felt like having an emo moment. I’d go there early mornings to catch the sunrise and write on my little notebook. I love the chill of the morning breeze.

Across the lake is where my relatives from my father’s side live. I went there to take pictures of the farm animals, which were plenty: chickens, cows, goats, pigs, and many more. Seeing these pigs caged up strengthened my resolve to be a vegetarian.

And finally, this vacant lot. It’s one of the few things I can thank my grandfather for, whom I never really knew. In two years, maybe less, I’ll be building my own house on this field. The fallen mango tree in the distance is where I plan to put my dream tree house. We also have a farm where I want to grow hydroponic vegetables. Can’t wait!