Pundaquit, San Antonio, Zambales
Somewhere between multiple typhoons, floods, and other seasonal September weather, we tripped to Pundaquit beach in Zambales.
From a distance, the son and I watched giant, forceful waves rushing, clashing, thrashing at the shore. But my husband, he had to swim right in.
“Is it a tsunami, mom??” gasped my son, as he teetered on tiptoe, behind a bamboo fence which stood between the beach from the bar.
“No, not quite,” I reassured him, and we watched his dad grow smaller and smaller as he ventured further out.
Securing a spot at the bar, I could oversee both my little boy as he played in the sand, and my big boy, as he maneuvered a surfboard through the reckless ocean. Stealing photographs of him from afar (he doesn’t like his photo taken at all), I was content enough to meet new friends over a couple of cold San Mig Lights and Thai prawn soup.
When it looks this dramatic and beautiful, I can stare at the shore all day. Have you seen some awesome forces of nature lately?