“Listen” (the author’s trip to Coron, Palawan)
It was half an hour before my flight to Palawan. I had a pencil in my right hand, and my CET review book on my lap. Beside me was a caucasian couple watching “The Office” on Netflix. Even before the popular phrase sprouted, I already wanted to say “Sana all.”.
On the plane, I was not able to properly think and shade any of the circles in my reviewer. My brother, the complainer that he is, kept bugging me about the pain in his ears. In a childish- whiny voice, he asked me “Ate, why do my ears hurt?”. I, with the knowledge I have so far gathered in my review classes, wanted to explain that the pressure in the air as the airplane rises makes the muscles of the eardrum stretch, hence making it hurt as well. But I did not want to explain that to him then. Even now, my head started to ache just by rereading that sentence. I breathed in almost too loudly and said “I don’t know.”. I guess the mix of my inhale and tone triggered my mom. She reprimanded me for not giving Alton, my little brother, too much attention. And this is the reason I hated traveling.
I don’t like talking to people a lot. I only do it when I have to. But, I guess somewhere along the way before the trip, I realized that this was my last summer as a high school student. When I am off to college, I am even more required to socialize, and how would I function if I don’t practice now?
I decided to put away my review materials and focus on what I needed and not what I wanted. That summer, all I really wanted was to pass all three of the universities I wished to apply to — which all happened to be three schools in the Big Four. But what I really needed was peace of mind. But where could I get that?
We arrived at the airport, where we were greeted by the hotel driver. He lead us to a van with the logo of the hotel we stayed in. While driving to our destination, we realized how barren the land of the hills were, except for the cashew trees growing all around. Before we were able to jump into any conclusions, our driver explained to us that the soil actually kept the land barren. It was sandy red, indicating that it was low in nutrients. Cashews usually like grow in that type of soil, explaining the homogenous diversity of the land.
Our driver dropped us off at the river bank. We were greeted by other staff of the hotel, in charge of manning the boat that will then help us arrive at the resort itself. Along the way, we were greeted with majestic and green mangrove trees standing and guarding us like the protectors of the waters, which they were! The roots of the mangrove tree are able to catch trash before it litters to the ocean. Other than that, it provides filtration for water quality and nesting grounds for marine creatures. These are all things I recalled in my tenth grade Biology class with Ms. Jewel Encarnacion, because I was reminded of these lessons by the tour guide in our boat saying the same things. (Thank you, Miss Jewel!)
We reached our destination — Club Paradise, Palawan. The moment I laid my slippers on the sand, I immediately felt like Ro from “Barbie: The Island Princess”. It was truly paradise. Bouganvilla shrubs were everywhere, and the wind felt strong but cool on my skin. The lights from the friendly sun scorched, and the water shined along with it. It felt like the elements were one. From afar, I could hear soft screeching. Alton recognized it first, gasping “Bats!”. In our hotel room, jet-lagged from the travel, I decided to keep my book away and sleep.
We went to the Calauit Wildlife Sanctuary the next day. Although I would always tell people my first kiss was in church (I shall name no one), it was actually in that zoo. With a giraffe. I was able to learn much about the history of that zoo — how President Marcos actually left one good legacy, which was that safari park that catered giraffes, zebras, a crocodile, turtles, Calamain deers, porcupines (my personal favorite), and a lot more. The workers would let go of the animals to live in the wild after a month in the cage, because that’s how the creatures are supposed to live.
During dinner, after doing lapses on the salty swimming pool, I was able to look at the sun going to sleep. But I continued asking myself, will I be happy where I am meant to be? Nature had an answer for that: Sleep, and next day you will know.
Going to the airport with the same van we took when we arrived, we carpooled with a Filipino family from the States. I did the most impulsive thing and tried to start a conversation with the tall, tan, pretty Fil-Am woman beside me. “Is it your first time in the Philippines?” I asked. And the conversation turned out quite well. She answered at it was not, in fact, her first time. She told me about her stories of growing up in my dream city, New York. She told me about how she loved Broadway musicals, and that was the topic of our conversation later on. Although she was a stranger, I felt obliged to open up my dream of being a playwright/ screenwriter and actress. She told me that my dreams can come true, as long as I persevere constantly. Persevere. Constantly.
While waiting for our flight I took out my reviewer and sighed. All summer long, I’ve been studying. But it was for three days that I took a break from studying, and decided to learn. Believe it or not, I felt more prepared for college because of this trip than any other of the review classes I attended. I learned so much about nature, life, and my own identity. It was through this trip that I learned that I could learn from the smallest of things, if and only if I listen carefully, and persevere to be better, constantly.