La Union, Then and Now

To say that La Union is one of my favorite places is an understatement. It is a refuge, a home; not only to me, but for my friends, and even for my little family.

People go places to forget, that was the first thing I did in La Union. I remember coming from a trip to Baguio, D offered and took me to La Union as a distraction for my grieving heart. The oldies believe that salt water helps in healing wounds, my first surfing experience did just that.

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From then, I can no longer count how many times we’ve gone back and forth to surf, grab beer (and get drunk, of course), lie under the stars, learn cartwheels, spot Derek Ramsey or Luke Landrigan, pet dogs, etc.

La Union was our happy place.

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Tides have changed – rose and fell. Waves crashed and washed sand off the shore. We remained and brought more people to love the place. Friends welcomed friends, friends welcomed lovers.

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Love grew and brought new life.

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Now, there’s more who love and more to love.

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Guess La Union will always be our special place.

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