After a grinding work week we were glad Sunday has finally come. Some days you get so busy that it seems your tasks never end, it even muddles in your dreams, and when Sundays finally do arrive one hardly believes it.
“I can’t believe how beautiful that looks.” Mark said, looking up the cottony clouds that had a round gap in between where the sun’s rays bore through it and tapped a part of the metropolis across the quay.
We had large and fluffy pancakes for breakfast and stayed at the club all day, deciding to skip lunch. We enjoyed doing nothing for a change. We talked the whole afternoon, and when we were silent we felt our minds conversing still. The soft wind directed the tempo of our brain waves, traversing, telling inaudible jokes, and we could laugh at untold stories only we would understand through our gazes.
Mark ordered brewed coffee, which he says tasted different in a unique way with the smell of the sea. I watched the yachts lined up at berth, swaying when the waves came and went.
We thought of having a large plate of nachos draped with melted cheese, but decided to walk toward Jose’ Filipino Kitchen in the evening. We love it there ‘cause we could sit so much closer to the body of water you could hear it lapping, and the food is cheap.
They displayed a lot of dishes up front you’d think of ordering one of each if you came in famished. This Sunday we had Porbidang Kangkong, Adobong Pusit, Spicy Shrimps, and voila! They gave us a couple of free Blue Lemonades and an extra cup of rice.
I took a photograph of our ocean blue glasses with the strings of light bulbs behind it.
Our teeth were blackened by the squid ink sauced in our dish, and we were aware of it, but didn’t mind it at all because we were overcome with happiness. We just didn’t care maybe because we were too focused on ourselves, after all, Sundays are our special days together, and I guess you could say happiness entails a little bit of selfishness.
The kids started running around. They were boisterous and yapping all the time, and they didn’t care about us being disturbed at all ‘cause they were engrossed with whatever made them happy.
We walked to Harbour City for our favorite Xie Ping Halo-Halo. We love it because it comes in a large serving and it’s cheap, and didn’t I tell you already that we’re cheap? We are all right. And we laugh at ourselves realizing how cheap we can be, and it somehow makes life more joyful. It makes us appreciate things more than if we limited ourselves only to the finest we could afford.
We didn’t have any plans afterward, but then we realized we really didn’t have a plan right from the start. We just let our hearts lead us, and that’s the best thing about Sundays. It lets us follow our hearts.