Wanderlust Begins at Home

The family that travels together stays together.
Click—the living
room lights up for a few seconds, then a faint monologue, “Where’s my eyeglasses? It must be here somewhere. Oh, there, I’m
wearing it, damn!”
And yes, she really says “damn” but only in the dialect.
Then click, the world goes black and
quiet—not even the roosters are awake at this unholy hour.

kitchen door opens. And we all pretend that we don’t hear it. She scuffles
outside, cursing the nasty neighborhood cats for spying on her. Creak, the door closes. Creak, the door opens again. She’s
looking for her eyeglasses. The same monologue above ensues. Creak, the door closes as the darkness
engulfs her.

whizzes off to some place and back in one day without us noticing. The original
lakwatsera in the family, she has
perfected her Houdini act, and manages to go some place and come back in one day
before we could even bat an eyelid—at least that’s what she thinks. She tiptoes
her way out to her small adventures in the wee hours of dawn, leaving us with
freshly cooked champorado with dried fish on the table, some lunch money, and
when she thinks we’re being good girls the previous day, spares us some
centavos to treat ourselves to a banana cue and ice candy each for merienda. And before we could even suck
the last drop of the icy goodness of sugar and coloring from the ice candy
wrapper, she’s back with her arms laden with bags and bags of sweets that she
lets us distribute to the entire neighborhood—of course, after satisfying our
bottomless little tummies.
When we ask her where she gets all the goodies, she’d grin
like a child caught red-handed, and would regal us with tales of her flash
trips with her teacher friends—all the six of us (and sometimes our dad would
also join in) in wide-eyed wonder. We never tell her we’ve cracked her secret.
And we’re bound to make her bask in the fantasy that her disappearing act
remains a mystery to us. For the truth is, we’re actually living this “like
mother, like daughter” cliché.
So our beloved neighbours, if you see a shadow trying
to sneak out of our backdoor in the wee hours of the morning, please, there’s
no need to take out your rifles. That’s one of the Dejitos, following their
Nanay’s footsteps.
And here she is, the Queen of Lakwatsa . . . 
Nanay leading the pack in Sumilon, Philippines.
Meet the rest of the family
Reiza, the Global Camper
Moi with Ethiopian friend Eskedar and British mate Joanna
in Gorgora, Ethiopia.
Ruby, the Kungfu Voyager
Pinky sparring with cousin Nino in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
Richdale, the Motorbike Mistress
Dale looking tough with her bike in Canlaon City, Philippines.
Roxanne, the Luxury Tripper
Baruk with her partner in crime, Ray, in Sipalay, Philippines.
Rachel, the Nature Trekker
She-she bonding with the rocks in Palawan, Philippines.

Rhoda, the Island Explorer

Ruda the Explorer with her backpack and rented bike in Siargao, Philippines.

Basty, the Touring Genius

Basty showing us around Sumilon Island, Cebu, Philippines.

Tatay, the Master of the Universe
He  has all the power
in the world to keep us from wandering about, but he’s too cool for that. For
some reason, he seems to be contented stalking his daughters on Facebook and
reveling at photos and photos of our adventures. Thank you, Tatay. You rock!
Now, now, before you start conjuring images of a dysfunctional
family in your mind, let me get preachy for a moment. No matter how unconventional
the ways our parents employ to raise us, they made us the—ahem—awesome
girls that we are now. They encouraged us to see the world through our own
eyes, not from anybody else’s.  They taught
us that the best way to learn about life is to go out and explore it! They
allow us to make mistakes and learn from them. Yes, we might have tripped a
hundred times, but they are always there, with outreached arms to pick us up,
pat our backs, and throw us back into the pit, so we could be stronger, more independent,
more in charge of ourselves. 
Would we have it any other way? Hell no! To the
typical Filipino family, we might appear as creepy as the Adam’s family or as
weird as the Simpsons. But hey, we are on Seventh Heaven —and we are happy
that way.
This is my entry to the PTB Blog Carnival with the theme: Travelling with Your Mom (A Mother’s Day Special), hosted by Alvin Sabay of The World Behind My Wall.
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1 Comment

  1. admin says: Reply

    From ruda m.

    First to comment!
    Ter, nakakatouch naman eto. You write beautifully and I envy you for that. Hahaha.
    I wish I could go on international trips with you and Pinky sooon.

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