based on how you’ve described the scenery i can tell that few things have changed, which is a good thing. people who acted ‘too cool” for Boracay (often quoting/name-dropping) other, more pristine beaches usually turned out to be people who’ve never been there.

i really should be writing my own post about this, but in case i never go about it: there was something in the place that made it special for a ‘last hurrah’. nothing too unique, nothing too decadent, nothing too bland. you actually get whatever you invest in the experience. which, i think is a surprise too.

i remember reading the last umberto eco book i completed: the island of the day before, which made me feel that the moments there in the beach were of special significance. that there was something of that time that smacked of doom: it will never come again.

and it never did.

seven years later i find that the interests and motivations i had going to boracay then simply don’t exist in my life at present. it made me think that the idea that the unduplicability (not really a word) of the moment wasn’t really sad because it’s something i loved and wanted and would never happen again. it was that i wouldn’t be as interested in having the same moment or something like it again.

it sometimes makes me ask: “was it really that special when it happened?”