I used to love travelling. My mom always told of i had the feet of a traveller,enough to rival those of Marco Polo. I was always on the move. I'm still in-love with the road,but I've chosen to rest my weary feet to take care of a more pressing need--that of my son for a father.
Today is one of the rare occasions that I take to the road. I'o off to visit my best friend's hubbie who happens to be here on a 2-week vacation. I have a pasalubong to send,in keeping with tradition. After that, I'm off to meet another old friend, a fraternity Brod of mine who mentored me in the ways of brotherhood. All this melancholy,all from a simple road-trip. It's enough to make some people sick. LOL.
I love Tarlac. I miss how laidback it is. This trip will be good for me. Now to catch a few zzz's before i arrive.
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