Last December, not even four days had passed since I returned from my trip to Malaysia when I hopped aboard a plane again. This time, I was bound for Bohol to attend a high school friend’s wedding with Julia.

I love flying!

This trip was planned way in advance so I had no idea both trips would be that close together. As a result, I was still tired from Malaysia. Got to tell you, though, Bohol was the vacation I needed.

kicking back at Bohol Beach Club

Thanks to a family friend of Julia’s, we were booked at the Bohol Beach Club on Panglao Island. After my frequent visits to that other island whose name also starts with “B”, Bohol Beach Club’s long stretch of white sand beach without the annoying hawkers trying to get you to go parasailing was very welcome. The water was also unbelievably clear and calm; it was a shame I forgot my goggles because I would have loved to swim a few hundred meters back and forth along the beach. I think I’ve found my new favorite place.

Bohol beach break

Julia and I spent a day and a half just snoozing on the beach and getting sun-kissed skin. (We also tested Benefit Bathina Body Balm for some additional glow.)

After getting that much-needed rest, I was ready for our friend’s wedding. It would be held at a much smaller resort about fifteen minutes away from the BBC, but that didn’t make it any less dramatic. In fact, it was the intimacy of the whole wedding party that struck me the most. Only those people who were important to her and those people who wanted to be there were present.

Julia called this THE ISLAND WEDDING

Our friend had married into an Italian family, and the groom’s parents and family were barely conversant in English. Still, love and joy overflowed, needing no words to be felt.

Julia and I flew back to Manila the next day, which was Christmas Eve. It was just too little time to enjoy Bohol. In fact, the only creature I saw resembling a tarsier was myself after catching the bouquet.

MWAHAHAHAHA!

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