D and I had been planning to go on vacation for years. D is a dear, dear friend from when I first started working in the newspapers. We knew each other when we were still junior reporters, breaking our backs, writing three stories a day. Yes, folks, three stories a day. That's why when one of our writers would whine about not being able to finish a story, which was assigned 10 days before, I cannot, for the life of me, commiserate. But that's another story.
Anyway, a couple of years back, D and I found ourselves in Boracay - she with her hubby R, and me with my son K. We had a whale of a time, and vowed that we'd go on holiday again. And that's how we found ourselves in Amorita Resort in Bohol a couple of weeks ago. Built on a cliff overlooking Alona Beach, the resort became our home away home for three days. There would no tours of Chocolate Hills this time, nor a peek at those cute, little tarsiers. We wanted to catch some serious snooze time, and Amorita was just the place to do that.
Villa 815, my villa (I love the sound of that!), was absolutely heaven. I'm the kind of person who really takes a vacation when I'm on vacation, and my villa (yipee!) allowed me just that. There was this big luxury of a bed, a fridge filled with beer, a deck for sunbathing, a cold plunge pool when the sun gets too intense, and a view overlooking the sea. I could have holed up in that villa for days, frying myself into a tan and then sleeping off the sun afterwards.
In between sleeping and frying, D and I caught some serious face time, talking about our life and loves. I tell D everything, she's the kind of friend who would never judge, who would always listen, and who would always be on your side. A girl could always use somebody like D. In the never-ending drama that is life, it's nice to know that somebody will always be on your side.
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