It’s been so long since our last father-son bonding. After a period of tears and misunderstandings, we are able to finally spend Sunday morning together.
My dad grew up in the shores of Camarines Sur and he has developed a deep love for fishing. Living in Liloan is probably heaven for him. It is the perfect mix of peace and fish.
5 am, I woke up to the Boyce Avenue’s cover of It’s a Beautiful Day. My dad and I made plans to do what each of us love: fishing and gym. I’m not quite sure if I enjoy the latter though, but I just paid for my membership fee in the nearby gym and I’m planning to make every peso worth it.
We prepared and walked to the Catarman bridge where crowds of people are enjoying the free swim. The current was strong, the weather good and the people smiling. I realized I’ve been so used to the hustle and bustle in the city that I actually enjoyed the laid-back atmosphere. I brought my camera with me and took shots of random stuff while my dad prepares the rods for fishing.
After an hour of trying to get something to bring home, we only got one small colorful fish. It started raining so we decided to look for some place to eat and luckily, there was a small stall nearby selling lechon and puso. We hurriedly went there and ate to our hearts’ desire.
Full and contented, we walked back home. I have failed to spend time with my dad since we’ve been back to the Philippines so I wasn’t really shocked when he told me he enjoyed the whole time. So did I, tay. So did I.