So I never told anyone - except my sisters just the night before we leave for Boracay - that I was dead scared riding an airplane. And to make matters worst, we rode a really small passenger plane, the one with the small propellers. Take off was a-okay. Yes I prayed and held on to my rosary throughout the entire flight which lasted for only about an hour. Arkin sat beside Timothy, and Raine sat beside me. Raine was sleeping during take off, which was good for me so I get to hug my daughter, as I was scared for dear life. I am paranoid like that, thanks to those documentaries I used to watch before about airline disasters! The plane was really really small, I feel trapped inside. The plane's AC had problems so it was really hot as well, as in perspiring hot! Good thing the twins behaved really well, during the earlier part of the trip I'd say, and they enjoyed the ride. They, including myself, were mesmerized by the awesome view and of the CLOUDS. I never knew clouds were that amazing! They looked like cotton candies and ice cream swirls! (That was the kid inside me talking). Landing was traumatizing for me. Caticlan airport apparently had a short runway, that's why. It was all shaky and there were Koreans behind us that were shouting "Please No! Please!" I wanted to say to their faces, "Hello, first timer here!". I felt powerless! There I was with the 3 people I care for the most inside a small, enclosed space, and I don't know if we will be able to survive that plane ride. But of course we did! Hahaha! The twins were shouting along with the Koreans but theirs were "Yehey!" and "Wow!". It kind of relaxed me a bit that my babies weren't scared and even thought it was cool, which made me uncool, of course.
Okay enough of the brouhaha. So, are you ready for the pictures?