I think it has always been a childhood dream of mine to be able to ride a hot air balloon. Seeing it only in storybooks, I have always considered it as nothing but a far-fetched dream. To me, riding a hot air balloon was like riding that flying pirate ship in Peter Pan—that’s how much of a fantasy it was to me. Growing up and getting the opportunities to travel, I’ve come to realize that life wasn’t as complicated as I thought it was. I can actually make things happen if I simply put my mind to it.
Last year I had my mind set to finally tick off riding a hot air balloon from my bucket list. After attending an event in Cebu, I took the last flight out to Manila. Sadly, my flight was delayed for 5 dreadful hours. At around 1 in the morning, we finally got to board the plane to Manila. Once we’ve arrived, we drove straight to Pampanga in the hopes of making it to the hot air balloon festival before sunrise. We arrived in the nick of time. To make things worst, we found out that it rained so hard the night before—making it impossible for the hot air balloons to fly. Heartbroken but hopeful, I made sure to try my luck next year.