I was 10 years old, when I last visited Boracay so my memories of the place were a bit hazy. The images are a little doubtful and the stories seem to be a bit blurred (as to which parts are imagined and which parts actually happened). But if there’s one thing I’m sure I never forgot, it was the feeling of certainty that Boracay was definitely the best beach I’ve ever seen s0 far.

It all came back the moment my feet touched the sand. I remembered how nice and soft it felt. The absence of rocks and parcels of coral, the clarity of the water, even the beauty and glow of the sea all looked pleasantly familiar as I recalled the images of the paradise I’ve seen almost seventeen years ago – paradise that is Boracay.

Now, I’m sure the images in my memory were all true. Now I know that the stories and images that I remember are not distorted. Now I’m certain… certain at last… that I’ve returned to paradise.