The Wind in My Face
It's been a long time since I last undertook a long road trip without car air-conditioning...so long ago, that I have forgotten how the wind feels like against my face. Last Friday, I went to Barangay Pandanan in the mountains of Murcia town riding an old KIA vehicle and although I initially balked when I first saw our ride...this experience is something I will always remember with a smile. The moment we set out, I knew it was going to be a fun day. As soon as we were out in the highway, the cool wind was brushing my face and lifting my ponytail...The air was filled with the smell of grass and cut sugarcane...I could smell the molasses in the air as we passed areas where there are sugar centrals...I saw the mountains of Negros and Mt. Kanlaon clearly and not through tinted windows...I heard the rush of water in the rivers and creeks we passed. The road trip awakened precious childhood memories that I thought I have forgotten. It was a wonderful, wonderful day!