Tao Po? by Jen Tarnate
Tao Po: Love on Top

January 15, 2014

Love on Top

My mom loves telling me stories of how she and my father used to date when they were younger. Although I usually cringed at the idea, secretly I like hearing about them because they gave me a sense of why I am the way I am today. 

One of the stories I'd always remember was the time when my father would fetch my mother during rainstorms. They would drive around in their small car to see what the storm looks like. As they rolled around town this one time, a lightning literally stroke down a tree causing it to collapse right in front of their car. They looked at each other, and I could imagine them saying "cool". They both operated on adrenaline rush.

On other less unusual days they would go to the circus, watch films at the Film Center (because according to my mom, they refused to see movies in "normal cinemas". You know, back when hipster wasn't mainstream yet (haha), listen to lounge music, or simply just explore.








Baguio has become overrated to some, but it's one of the places that trigger happy memories. 
This is where we always go as a family and it's my earliest travel memory. 

Now that my parents are older, they don't get to go out and travel as much. Even walking has become a chore and sitting with beer in hand seems like a better idea (although my dad has been passionate about beer ever since).





I'll always be thankful to my family for allowing me to wander and be as random as I could. When I announced on the spot that I was going to Quezon to make a documentary with my friends, they didn't even flinch. They just told me, "okay, just text us when you're about to go home", as if they just heard me say, "I'm off to work, see you later!"




































Even though they don't understand almost 90%... fine, let's make that 80% of the things I do, they're nevertheless supportive. They're always waiting for me to come home, excited to listen to my stories and see photos I've taken (because that's all I can afford when traveling, really). 









Sometimes I would imagine my parents to be the same age as me. Then they wouldn't have to wait for me to come home. They could just go and experience it themselves. 


I think they'd like that :)









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