The long and winding road
I remember when I was a young boy, excitement filled me every time my parents would bring me to the city. I didn't mind the 3 to 4 hours trip passing the long and winding, rough road. When I had my college education in Iloilo City, the long and winding road that traverses the mountain range that separated Antique from the rest of the provinces in Panay, didn't fail to amaze me. It's still the zigzag road that puts that of Baguio City to shame. During typhoons, landslides would be all over and we have to walk to past mud and rocks to get to the next end where vehicles are waiting. This is the same road I traveled when I would visit my girlfriend (now Spouse Fe) in Iloilo City where she worked as a medical representative. This was the road we took when I would bring my sick parents to the city; the road we drove when we brought our daughters to a boarding school. This road is a witness to the happy and sad times of my life.
