The past 42 hours had seen us traveling for hours and hours. We had no real idea where we were headed or how to get there but we had spontaneously taken a trip to a beach resort in Batangas, Philippine’s a province to the south of us that was known for its beach resorts and white sand beaches.
We finally arrived at Batangas at a beach resort and when Krystel’s words to David made my ears perk. “Low tide.” I thought to myself. “The tide is low, so everyone is off shore looking at the animals.” It was a warm night, but considerable cooler then the evenings at the Camp Jansson.
I quickly gathered myself and walked down toward the beach. The night was quiet aside from the breeze and the gentle metallic sound of the water just before me. My eyes followed my feet as I moved through the sand, only half noticing the details of my surroundings. When I reached the shore I looked up; and it was then that I was made aware of just how low the tide was.
There was no light pollution, only the glow of the moon and the stars to keep us company. The cool glow reflected dimly off the surface of the water that remained. I sat for a moment and admired the scenery as David soon caught up with me. We both exchanged some words of amazement and quickly pressed forward. The further you walked from the shore the more isolated you felt. You could not see the ocean that surely stood just beyond the darkness; but standing on the sand where once stood tons of water was beautifully eerie.
Nothing but darkness stood before us and for a moment it felt as if I stood on the surface of an alien planet. David took a quicker pace and was met with the rest of our party but I knelt down and sat on my feet. I wanted to admire this and remember it, remember the beauty of it, and remember how much of a dream it resembled. Despite how much I had seen since arriving to Camp Jansson and the Philippines, each new sight was just as beautiful as the last.
For a portion of my life I spent the majority of it day dreaming of other places, other worlds, and different lives; but as I knelt down in the wet sand I realized there was no need for it any longer. This world was the only world I dreamt of. It seems that everywhere you go in the Philippines there is something new waiting for you, and that makes every day at Camp Jansson an adventure.