Always Wandering

Willy’s Rock in Boracay

Boracay will always be my favorite retreat. Most see it as an island of raucous parties and hot bodies. My own parents for one think this island has all kinds of people and risks.

But for me, I take refuge in a tucked away portion of White Beach. Away from the hustle, bustle and noise of D’ Mall, Station 2 and Station 3, my hideaway is Blue Waves Beach House. The four-room beachfront resort is sandwiched along the high-end strip of Fridays, Discovery Shores and Pearl of the Pacific. Its location at the northern end of Station 1 plus its affordable rates made it my best choice for a tranquil and laidback break.

From my room (which incidentally was the same room we had when we first stayed there in 2005), only a glass sliding door with pretty curtains separates me from the blue skies, the powdery white sand and the gentle lapping of the waves.

And as I take a welcome respite from my on-the-go-to-make-a-trip-sulit spirit, I dodged suggestions from the manongs offering reef walking, parasailing and motorbiking (took me a lot of sheer willpower to resist trying one). Instead, I went barefoot running, joined a yoga class by Discovery Shores, read a book, lazed by the beach, walked around and took lots of photos.

In between the blue skies and the calming waves, I lolled and lounged. In the same breath, I wished hard I could stay by the sea longer. Detached. At ease. Contented.