The sun’s rays kissing the white sands of Salagdoong Beach in the late morn was blinding my sleepy eyes. I just stepped out of Hotel Agripino. I yawned and stretched (and heard my idle bones crack) and trudged to the shore. Blinding white.Shervin, equally sleep deprived but already donning his board shorts, walked beside me….
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Siquijor: Surrendering to Serenity
I sat to compose myself. The sweltering midday heat was infuriating my hormones. Twelve weeks into the pregnancy and there I was in Dumaguete Port battling morning sickness yet brushing off the idea of slowing down. We were waiting for our ferry to Siquijor. A calming welcome. View of Siquijor’s shore upon docking. Shervin and…