Where are you, Moalboal?

Through the blistering winds and the highest deser-...wait that's a line from Shrek. But, I do see where the fairy godmother was coming from after a good three days of travelling.Let me take you back to Sunday the 12th of January. I'm a passenger in the car, on the way to my 22nd birthday meal …

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