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Coming from my previous post: 50 Shades of Grey On My Skirt, I asked my readers what type of content they would prefer to see in Konichiwear’s future entries. Surprisingly, I received a lot of insightful responses via the comments section and emailed letters! Although I’m still in the process of collating everyone’s input, I’ve noticed that there was a constant clamor to give readers a sneak-peek into my life be it in the form of travel diaries or self-based trivia. Applying the aforementioned suggestion I’ve decided to share with everyone my most recent trip to Cebu which will be broken into 2 parts (this being the first)! To be quite honest, I wasn’t keen on posting about my Holidays because I felt that it was such a personal affair–nothing of interest to the general public. I lead a very boring life so it’s not really worth sharing. Then again, I figured, every single one of my readers is already a part of my life so why not, right?
So I (along with my boyfriend) spent the remnants of the Holidays, post-Christmas, with my side of the family in Cebu (since Christmas is spent with my boyfriend’s family). I didn’t expect to be busy, quite honestly. Cebu isn’t really fast-paced and I have nothing scheduled over there; plus, my parents are huge home-buddies so I anticipated that my free days would be spent inside my room, lazily lounging in bed, blogging. To my surprise, my parents spontaneously decided to bring the entire family to enjoy and explore the beach house in the outskirts of Southern Cebu–a good 2-hour drive from the main City! Something we usually reserved for the summer, at that.
Sadly, there was no internet in the beach house. 3G was also horrifically sparse. We all didn’t care though. We (a few cousins included) were in the mood to relax, bond, and gossip so it all fell into place perfectly. On top of enjoying the beach and the sunny weather, we ate topnotch food–from Lechon, to crabs, to Angus steak, to lasagna, to native chicken, and to a plethora of cholesterol-inducing Holiday goodies! We were well-fed every single meal, with around six dishes to feast on. From that weekend alone, I felt like I gained 5 lbs. My boyfriend enjoyed the short trip immensely, he’s a huge fan of the beach and he’s an even bigger fan of food.
It was also in this trip that my boyfriend unintentionally shocked my dad by asking if he could somehow “buy the property next to the beach house” for future purposes once we were already married. My usually cheeky father was thrown off-guard and could only muster a: “I’ll check the prices one of these days” or some such lame response.
Later on that night, when I was about to sleep, my dad cornered me on my way to my room and asked me: “Why is Enzo talking about marriage? Are you going to get married this year already? I thought you said 3 years?” I couldn’t help but laugh at my father’s panic-stricken state. I’m my dad’s favorite, obviously. He was a single father for a few years and it was just technically him and I for a while before my stepmom and consequently, Paige came into the picture. My aunt once told me that when I was born, my dad held me in his arms and declared to everyone within the vicinity, “My perfect daughter is never going to have a boyfriend ever, I won’t allow it!“
I reminded him of our status as “promised.” I explained that obviously, we were going to get married, but not anytime soon. We had three years, still. I wanted my boyfriend to finish his studies in Barcelona–it’s non-negotiable for me as I believe it is beneficial for him, me, and our future. It was as simple as that. The relief that washed over my dad’s face was too obvious, and in a way, hilarious. The next day, he wedged himself in the middle of me and my boyfriend and told him nonchalantly that though the future (far, far future) wedding will be held in Manila (naturally), the engagement should be conducted in Cebu.
This threw me off-guard. Of course, the boyfriend was very smooth and answered automatically and even threw in logistics talk. I guess I didn’t expect my dad or my boyfriend to get along so well. I guess there’s that growing sense of pride and love, seeing the two men in my life, enjoying expensive 18-year-old scotch together over playful banter (at my expense, but never mind that).
It was a good trip, one for the books. With that, here are some more photos: