On a typhoon season, I wasn’t worried about the rain or about not being able to surf on the waves of La Union.
With the hopes of temporarily escaping all the work and heart-related stress, two broke girls went on an unplanned escape trip to Zambales in April 2016.
The place that served as a true home during the days I was struggling with college and independence.
Los Baños, or Elbi as we call it, has been and always will be my second true home.
I am not a pro. Pulag was only my third time to trek. But I have learned a lot, which I am taking note here just in case some first-timers come across this entry.