Last August 29, 2015, we sailed to
the beautiful island of Siquijor. As the ship that we were on maneuvered to the
sea port, I had immediately recognized a familiar setting which caused not a
hormone inside me to get too enthralled by the island. Siquijor, as I first saw
it, was just like other islands that I have been to before. It was like seeing
Santander, Cebu or more likely visiting Samal Island again. It only meant that
nothing has really caught my interest there. But that was the environmental
case! I was, on the other hand, very excited and happy to spend the weekend
with my co-English Aficionados and our professor, since it’s the very first
weekend vacation that we’re spending together in one house.
We stayed at the place of Carlo’s
uncle. It was a very nice place, igniting some feeling of having to like
Siquijor. Also, the family who humbly welcomed us in their abode was very
accommodating, making me feel so overwhelmed by the hospitality that they were exhibiting
to us.
When we reached the house, we took
naps and our lunch. After some time, we immediately started exploring Siquijor,
particularly San Juan. We went to the Capilay’s Spring Park which was a real
example of how beautiful nature is and how God is so artistic. Then I was
amazed! I was so amazed that I knew right then and there that Siquijor has a
lot more to offer. I enjoyed swimming in the cool spring there. We were having
a lot of fun, always. Then, we went to the oh-so-amazing white beach. My jaw
almost dropped as it was too beautiful. It was much more beautiful than that of
Samal Island’s beaches. The sands were really fine. The water was amazingly
warm and clear. There were sea weeds, but the sea still looked so enticing. I took
some sand there and took time by myself. It made me realize how God has blessed
Siquijor with beauties. And I thanked Him for that and, of course, for bringing
me there. It was an honor.
That evening, before we had supper, I
read to them a story of some rats. After supper, we were gathered for a little
talent night outside the two-storey house. It was very peaceful out there that
we were the only ones making noises. We presented different talents and had a
good night.
The next day we rose up early for a
morning walk, and then I helped in preparing our food for the day’s trip. It
was really difficult for me, but I took time and effort to accomplish it. I
wanted to learn anyway. Then off we go for an island tour. We stopped at the
Balete tree where there was a spring with fish spa first and had our feet
tickled by the school of fish, eating the calluses on our feet. Then, we
stopped to light some candles and pray in an old Roman Catholic Church. Next
stop was at Cambugahay Falls where we were very thrilled of the activity of
hanging and swinging on a rope and jumping off the waterfalls. The feeling was
very refreshing and it totally made me feel like I was on top of the world.
Jumping off that falls was one of the things that I am proud to say I did and I
have finished.
Actually, after that, we never
really wanted to leave and go, but we had to because we needed to reach Salagdoong
Beach Resort by lunch time. And there we were, too awed by what Salagdoong has
to offer. And I would keep on repeating that beautiful word. No words can
describe how artistically Salagdoong was shaped into perfection. It was like a
big ocean pool. The view was just too wonderful and inviting. Of course, the
view wasn’t just for our eyes; it was to be explored, and so the exploration
goes.
From Salagdoong, we stopped on
another spring park of mangroves. It actually reminded me of Father Trupa’s
home by the sea side. It also had nooks built and rooted on the sea floor. It
was breath-taking!
That night we had an unexpected
discussion among the group. That was really surprising! Really! But still, we’ve
concluded the journey back to Dumaguete happily.
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