So that’s how it feels.
You see the cliff, and the scenery that lies beyond it. You see the water with the bluest hue, and you are kissed, over and over again, by the cold sea breeze. You see birds flying around from a distance, and the sun oozes just a little bit of light to almost make you cry. Beautiful. So beautiful that you are reminded of God and the enormity of the universe. So beautiful that you suddenly feel humbled by the thought of how minuscule you are.
There will always be days when immeasurable workload can take its toll on you, and keeping off the grid on some place miles away from the metropolis is the only way to keep one’s sanity.
It’s why me and my friend went to La Union, sea foam and curling waves aplenty. We decided to stay in San Juan where accommodations are side by side, and where surfing is nothing but a local habit. Tucked in one of the oldest resorts in the barangay is a hidden restobar you can consider a gem for locals and tourists alike – the Le Point Bar PH.
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