The Girl From The Wardrobe

Chapter Twelve

 XII.

 

Sun. 21st Dec 2014

Ilocos Sur, Philippines

 

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This wasn't her first time to travel through the air across the Pacific, but Felisa relished it like it was though. The last time, or the very first memory of flight she had after the amnesia plunged her mind in a sea of clueless void, was three years ago – that was after she'd roused up from being comatose. Nonetheless, she didn't enjoy that trip, because she was mentally exhausted with obscurities that time.

So by this time, Felisa cherished the precise moment when she could almost touch the fluffy, cottony and white clouds by her fingers if she weren't only hindered by the window glass.

Being amnesiac, Felisa had unwillingly mislaid her memories about the Philippines, the reason why she had no idea about the said country. Fortuitously, after the long over-the-clouds trip – she was here, probably for the nth time but seemingly like only her first.

Felisa was quietly sick and tired with gargantuan structures, traffic lights and excessively wide streets offered to her by the sumptuous city. That was why when they arrived at the airfield, and rode an hour journey by a van to their place in Ilocos Sur – she was utterly bowled over.

She learnt that it was no need to be colorful in order to be beautiful. It only took two hues: green and blue, in particular – and it was already pleasing to the eyes, and to the soul.

Felisa was stupefyingly stunned to see tropical klatch of altitudinous trees – growing naturally underneath the fertile, healthy soil of the elongated mountain ridges. It rimmed the far-reaching, two-way thoroughfare on one side; whilst a galvanizing, picturesque view of unduly bright body of water on the other.

The refraction of sunshine onto the waving brine had created its sparkling brilliance which made the wide ocean so full of life. Green and blue on both margins of the high road. In over all, she could wrap up her innumerable descriptions into a straight, single word: paradise.

"I'd never imagined it to be awfully beautiful as this," she gasped in a fit of daze, and blissful dementia.