A group of friends that hikes together, stays together forever! Even when you get at the foot of the mountain knowing there were only eight peaks when there are actually twelve. Our laughter filled the air in Mt. Batulao with some sighs of exhaustion in between. We were speechless when we finally reached the top, partly worn out and partly awed. The twelve peaks were like a test of friendship and I’m so proud we conquered them all. The next day after climbing a mountain, we went to Caleruega Church to pray and reflect a little. It was a weekend well spent with friends.
Camping is one of those movie scenes I want to experience and our short escapade to this little beach brought to life an unforgettable moment that helped build our friendship. The conversation we had may have faded just like how the fire eventually lost its spark that night, but the cold sea will remember our whispers, the wind will still carry our tears away, and the stars in the sky will remain witness to the special bond that was formed.
This post is part of #thestrangehertravels photo essay project.