My Hometown

I remember my hometown...laid back, scorching hot, humid, the palm trees, the swaying bougainvilleas, 'puto','suman', 'tsokolate', 'pinipig', 'halo-halo', 'balut', 'buko', 'pansit', and a lot more.
I remember the white sand beaches where I used to stroll, frolick in the waves, fly kites.
I remember the chatter, the whispers, the murmurs, the storytelling of those people who lived there once upon a time- they had such a glib tongue to recount, in the minutest details, their experiences, their lives, their brush with 'aswangs' and 'manananggals'. Oh! they were stories that left an imprint, a mark that even to this very day, I can still remember.