The travel is a long and tedious one. Sitting became unbearable. The cramped space while you’re in the car seem to rob you of movement and distracts you from your daydreaming. Amid all the obvious nuisance of this travel, you seem to question every bit of your reasons why you agreed to travel this route in the first place.
This is until you look out the window.
Tired and downright bored, you look out the window. You then realize you don;t see this many greens in your life except when you travel to the province. An internal gasp escapes you along with a tremendous appreciation of a view without tall buildings and wretched cars blocking your line of sight with their added smoke. Here, you see the trees, the fields, the grass, the cows and everything else in between clear as day.
Everything is simple.
A few industrial dirt here and there, but things look simpler than the urban life you’re used to. All of a sudden, the cramped space, your rear getting sore and the seemingly unending travel all goes irrelevant.
Here is the common stereotype: [when you say] a “probinsya” or simply referring to the provinces here in the Philippines, it’s basically a place that exemplifies living under a rock. It wounds me, truly. I grew up in one–but I almost had the same things that a kid who grew up in a city or suburb does. Nowadays, some of the provinces around the country changes into urban areas gradually, a disappointing fact, to tell you the truth. Sure, the progress of a small town transcending into a much bigger one is–don’t get me wrong–a good thing: for the economy of the place and the people living there. But taking out the elements which separates it from the metro cities–elements like the greens and the fresh unpolluted air–brings down the idea of taking a vacation away from the hustle and bustle of a city.
The urban life, believe it or not, is a luxurious one–but at the cost of waking up so early in the morning, going to work, doing hard work, money spent on each move (figuratively, of course) and preparing stuff to do the next morning before going to sleep–which can be admittedly stressful. We all have different routines, we can get used to it, but let’s be honest, sometimes we want a change in our lives, or just a little break from the usual stuff we do, of course, given the time and opportunity to do so.
Now the idea of a good province vacation stresses itself on taking you away from the things that you usually find in a city–or even your urban home. But it’s not that you have to isolate yourself away from television, the internet or anything akin to modernity, it’s taking yourself away from certain responsibilities, tedious urban chores, and quite simply and precisely, taking you away from stress–even if it’s just for a little while. A good place to do that, which I have been recommending, is to take a tour of the province. If you’re a Filipino, it’s impossible not to know someone who came from a REAL province, you may have even visited or grew up in one, considering we Filipinos have this close bonds with our family, and usually we have relatives we know of who stay in one of the provinces of the country.
Imagine: the breeze is fresher, the heat of the sun feels young and you can stretch your eyesight to its farthest distance.
Every province is different, though. Thus, every place has its own opportunities for a different adventure! Bottomline: it won’t disappoint. Just let nature have its way with you. This entire endeavor, going to a place far away for a few days is to let you rest and bring back a youthful “you”–reveling in the simplicity of life where you can lay back on a porch, greet and be with some old friends, put some sand between your toes, feel the water by the shore, eat a sumptuous local dish and just–gah, there are no words for it.
So, take a risk, go somewhere remote and basically discover a place most people haven’t before–it’s the summer, anyway.
Let yourself free.
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