To be honest, going to the hundred islands
gives me the feeling of going to the public
market sometimes. It just became too often
and too generic for me.
But here I am---on a GOOD FRIDAY
with my fiancee's family. Yes, Byernes Santo.
My fist, to go to the beach at this day.
A complete contradiction, when I was young, I was not even allowed to climb a tree, ride a bike or even play with pointed objects. As my mom always emphasized, GOD is dead during this time of the day. If I therefore hurt myself, I might not recover.
How things have changed. To my surprise. This is how HUNDRED ISLANDS look like on a GOOD FRIDAY........