Last June, my family and I went to my father's hometown, which is called "Bicol". The week before we went to Bicol, my mother told me that we will going to visit my father's hometown and the moment I hear that I felt like I'm in cloud nine, my smile reaches the sky because after 13 years I'll be able to notice again the enormous emerald mountain and the beautiful waves of Bicol.
The day we traveled, my heart was pounding while stepping in the ship knowing that after this long trip, I'll be able to see again my desired destination. While I'm in the ship, I went outside for the fresh air. While gazing I saw numerous birds dancing in the sky and the sea singing along the waves. In the night I woke up because of freezing air and angry wind. My mother told me that there is a storm and that time I was scared because the waves splashed angrily. I prayed my heart out for us to be safe and my soul flew from my body hearing the aggressive thunder as the waves pounded our ship. Hours after, the sky calmed and the rainbow appeared and danced along the sweet voice of seagulls flying above celebrating the beautiful day. After that, I decided to make a cup of coffee to warm myself. While making a coffee, the aroma of black coffee powder slapped my senses and the sweetness of bread made my mouth watery. Hour later the captain announced that we would arrive at Matnug Bicol in 20 minutes. My excitement is flowing from my body like a waterfall and I can't wait any longer. We finally arrived in Bicol and my tears dropped like a rain while stepping in my father's hometown where I lived for about 4 years after I was born.
At the end, I noticed once again the emerald gigantic mountains and I enjoyed myself swimming in the crystal clear water of Bicol after 13 years. At dusk, I sat down in the shore and started reminiscing about all the things I used to do when I was about 3-4 years old, and doing that as the sun dipped below the horizon.