I had said repeatedly that I wasn’t a beach girl. That I wasn’t one who swam in the ocean. That I preferred the cool, clean pool water — especially if it was natural spring water of Laguna — to saltwater.
Until now, I would still say that I’m not one to swim in the ocean.
That is, if we follow my definition of swim. For me, swimming is doing laps. Swimming is racing across the pool. Swimming can also be lying on a float, relaxingly drifting back and forth in the pool, feeling the soothing pressure of the water on my legs while the cool wind gently blows on my face.
Yes, if I was to do that, I would definitely, definitely choose the pool. For the longest time, I haven’t been to the beach because of my love for the freshness of the swimming pool.
Until the 9th of June, 2006.
I (along with 9 friends) went to Zambales. I almost didn’t go, though… But that’s another story altogether.
I (along with 9 friends) went to Crystal Beach, San Narciso, Zambales. The place was, to make an understatement, beautiful.
Yeah, sure, it wasn’t a white sand beach. Yeah, sure, it didn’t look like no five star place. Yeah, sure, it was no Boracay or Palawan, form what I’ve seen in the pictures. But, man oh man, it was GREAT.
The beach was ours and ours alone. No, it had nothing to do with the owner being our friend. I think it was mostly because it was already June, and summer was supposed to be gone. But, whatever the reason for the absence of people was, I was thankful for it. The sky was blue, the water was perfectly warm, the wind was just delicious, and the waves were AWESOME.
I probably said it once, but I’ll say it again: that weekend was perfect.
Well…OK. Maybe it’s a point less than perfect due to the fact that I injured my toe. Because of it, I didn’t get to surf on Saturday. Arrr.
Despite that, though, I enjoyed what I loved most about beaches: simply sitting there and letting the waves hyptnotise me.
Yes. When I sat down on the beach and let the tide roll in and tickle my toes, I decided that there’s no place I’d rather be than where I was sitting at that moment. The sun was shining, but, thankfully, it wasn’t scorching hot (maybe because it’s June already) so I enjoyed sitting on the beach for hours.
I suppose I thought about many things during my “session”… I suppose I realized a lot of things… I suppose I forgot about all those things, because, for the life of me, I could not remember a single thought. All I could remember was that I was relaxed, refreshed, and…
I remember looking at the horizon. I remember watching the surfers catch the wave. I even remember holding my friends’ valuables as they went out for the water. I remember sitting there and enjoying the feeling off the sand lightly scrubbing my ankles…
…the calm of it all.
Man, I’m suddenly in love with the beach all over again.
So, I speak to you, as a pool-loving girl. If you’re one who rarely goes to the beach, go and try to catch a wave sometime. It might — no, it will — do you good. And if you’re one who always goes to the beach for the sun, sand and parties, don’t take the beach for granted. Go and just sit. Be hypnotized.
It might — no, it will — do you good.
more pictures here.