The sudden uncertainty of Typhoon Kabayan's rainy Friday morning, the almost 6-hour flight delay, the late expensive over-rated airport lunch, the fumes of an irate mob at Gates 33 and 34, the taxi driver's futile attempt to mulct P200 more for the trip from Iloilo to Miag-ao...
...these frazzled me a lot.
But the site of Bulan waiting at the gate, getting into the taxi and huddling close to his Nanay, the stirring of silent emotions among us, a late family dinner of reheated chicken and canned sardines...
...they waved all the frazzles away, and I have forgiven Lance Gokongwei.
The next day was NSTP day so we killed time in Miag-ao, in the market, in the church [where the wife suddenly had this idea of renewing our vows], in the main university enclave, in the College of Fisheries...
...before finally going to the City.
There, we had an Italian lunch and got bags repaired at SM City, checked in at the 16th floor of the Injap Tower, killed time with Ilonggo s'mores at Plazuela de Iloilo, shared my first bottle with Bulan at Smallville...
...and had an interesting breakfast the next day on the 25th floor while joggers in white below threw pink dust at each other.
It was a good weekend...
...until the taxi driver missed my instruction and cost me P350 more, until that night's flight to Bangkok was suddenly jeopardized by another possible CebuPac delay.
And that got me frazzled again.
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