It seems my trip to Davao abided by a fiesta theme: from my grandmother’s 92nd birthday party (“country feast”) to the colorful bunting that followed my family to the beach.
I envy my cousins who live near the water. Even if we did spend the night at Samal Island, I had to leave early the next day.
Even the vinta sail, though merely decorative, shared in the festivities.
I must say it was a vacation well spent.
Now I’m itching to wander places both familiar and foreign.