Travel dates: April 24 – 25, 2010
It is in the year of 2010 where my lust of the sea started to stir, my feet started to itch for the fine sand, and my lungs started to long for the salty air. I can barely remember, as I always do, but there are snippets from my memory of the sand, the air, the water and the sight.
I will never forget about my first dip in the sea.
It’s been the family’s first trip to a beach to the south along with some relatives. The trip, as I can recall, sure does made me experience the first symptoms of being a wanderlust.
This is also where I found the knack of photographing my surroundings. How can I not if it’s not as beautiful as this?
In this vacation full of firsts, this was definitely the time I vowed to go forth and travel my country, and maybe got to seek “the great perhaps”.