One of the things I’ve learned just this year (which has been my little secret until today) is the sardine/sardine run.
What I’ve known about sardines is the canned food that I ate with eggs and the idiomatic expression to describe a situation where people are crowded in one place. Yes, I didn’t know sardine was the kind of fish they are.
The first time I heard my friends say in Moalboal, “Let’s go swim and see the sardine run”, I was clueless. And if felt so good to finally get to know them beyond the canned idea.
Since then, I have never look at canned sardines the same ever again.
Then I got lucky to be able to swim close to a sea turtle while it was actually my friends who were hoping to see one that day.
Finally, I have faced one of my childhood fears. Well, not totally but I am getting there.
You know I love the sun, the beach and the serenity I feel hearing the sound of waves. But I get scared everytime I see the underwater, even if it’s not at all deep – it relaxes me for a few seconds then I start feeling anxious whenever I remember how I got myself drowned when I was younger. So for the past two decades of my life, I’d rather swim with my eyes closed or stay on the surface with my head looking up the sky.
So, that one fine summer afternoon, I went snorkeling for the first time and took time underwater seeing endless as I swam. I still felt anxious but happy that I stayed under way longer than I usually did.