Big Waves
I grew up in an island just a tad smaller than Guam. During the monsoon season, when I had already learned how to swim, I would run with my friends to the sea, rode the approaching swell, and swam under the foamy water. Our heads […]
Memoirs and songs.
I grew up in an island just a tad smaller than Guam. During the monsoon season, when I had already learned how to swim, I would run with my friends to the sea, rode the approaching swell, and swam under the foamy water. Our heads […]
The sun was rising behind the thin outlines of Mt. Guiting-Guiting. The panorama of the mountain stood tall above the stillness of sea and clouds. In the villages below, roofs made of galvanized sheets and thatches of nipa started to appear. The soft breeze swayed […]