i think i've fallen....

i think i've fallen, fallen in love with you...

i have fallen for her charms.
the warmth of her smile that seems to echo in every soul that litters her glittery street...the way her face lits up with the yawning of a new day...the softness of her voice that comes in singsong fluidity speaks of home.

i have fallen for her charms.
indeed, i am Cebu lovesick.

this is me, on top of RGMA station wherein i enjoyed an overview of the city and the immediate lush greenery that borders the station's mountainside.

the weekend that has just passed, was my first on the Queen City of the South.
and i believe i haven't paid enough homage to its colorful, culture-rich court.

it was the first time i have stepped on its charming shores but in less than five minutes i have breathed its air, i silently made i pact with myself.
i shall come back for a visit that will know no time, no deadline, no pressure, no re-booking hassles.

i am intensely enamored.
the city pulsates with so much life. and yet, it dictates an almost laidback pace.
it quietly speaks of its history, and proudly parades its religion.
and yet, it has embraced so much advancement and has become the very picture of progress in the South.

sigh. what is Cebu without experiencing Sinulog?
i know. it's a regret i'm bound to nurse in the coming days. but my hands are tied and my time is not mine to ticky by. in my heart of hearts, i know i shall be back in this beautiful city which i have yet to explore, and yet the thrill of re-discovering on my next visit is enough to send a thousand sliver of pleasure running up and down my spine.

as i was walking down the ramp towards the boarding area, soft splinters of the morning light damped a welcome warmth on my cheeks. and i simply smiled. i think, it's Cebu's way of comforting me...that it's just a plane ride away, if i feel like visiting it again.

i felt a tender aching, as i remembered i was not able to visit not even one of the city's beautiful churches. i sighed. one day, i shall be back on this island of a thousand smiles. where beautiful people abound and sampling great food comes as a bonus.

in less than a minute, my plane has roared to life.
bound for Manila, i can't sleep. Cebu flits in and out of my head. unmindful of the plane's hum and the stream of chatter wafting in and out my consciousness, i'm already planning of my next trip to the island.

i know, i have tattooed Cebu in my mind.





the beautiful Cebu Press with Angel Locsin.