Writers' Voyage: A Story of Hope

01: Day 1

Trouvaille Resort

Tiresome drive along the avenues of unfamiliarity, passing the silhouettes of towering trees. Empty lanes, missing street lamps, the gentle murmur of the wind, and sometimes knocking against the car window. There is nothing to describe at the moment, as the world is currently blending in a blue-black sky. At times, shifting sleeping positions and snoring in the car can also be a part of something that resonates throughout their travel.

Their growing anticipation is evident on their faces– a hope of rekindling their inner joys, escapism towards a better quality of life's purpose, a sudden revolt against all the injustices that trample countless dreams.

This is the beginning and a continuation of what is supposed to be mankind's liberation.

Once scattered in different directions, now crossing paths halfway through their momentous journey to the truth.

"Magkano po ba ang ganitong sasakyan? Jeep Cherokee XJ po ito, tama?"

"Yayamanin naman si Miss Ace kaya barya lang sa kaniya itong sinasakyan natin."

Si Miss Ace Arguelles ang adviser ng publication na nakapagtapos ng kursong Bachelor of Secondary Education Major in Social Studies. Tatlong taon na rin siyang nagtuturo sa Moorfields University bilang isang History teacher. Madalas itong seryoso sa mga bagay na gaya ng pagsusuri sa mga aplikanteng gustong mapabilang sa Moorfields' Publication.

Napapailing na lamang ang tagapayo sa mga sinabi nito. Dinala niya ang sariling sasakyan upang mapadali ang kanilang paglalakbay. Kasalukuyan pang nasa repair shop ang mini van ng grupo. Iniregalo pa ng adviser iyon para sa ikagiginhawa ng mga estudyante niya.

"Iyan na yata iyong resort."

The early rush of sunbeams seeping through the spaces of verdant trees overwhelms the approaching guests in delight. There are students who dash themselves by the car window, merely to have a glimpse of sublime creations. The greenscape is profusely invigorating as transports from different publications arrive one after another.

The whole resort is surrounded with wooden fences. Upon passing by the stone arch, firmly rooted trees lined in the driveway. Nagkalat din ang mga ito sa iba pang bahagi ng naturang resort. Kung pagmamasdan ang kabuuan nito, agad nang mapapansin ang mga available amenities. Halos lahat ng publications ay may ideya na sa kung anong mayroon ang resort. Yet, it is still bewitching to let this work of art knows their presence, to be welcomed by it as if it knows what the guests need.

"Nagpapasalamat talaga akong may funds tayo for this trip! I won't mind working just to keep this picture in my mind.

"One student is pointing something on the left. "May lawa pala rito! Pwede bang maligo riyan?"

"Perfect for relaxation itong venue ng writing convention, Sir Elliot, ha. " Hindi na kumontra pa ang isang adviser mula sa ibang publication.

Pumarada ang mga sasakyan sa harap ng main house. Ito ang nagsisilbing receiving area at sleeping quarters para sa mga bisita. Kamangha-mangha rin ang bawat structure na mukhang inspired pa yata sa Japanese architecture. Sa harap din nito naghihintay ang mga organizers, masiglang sinalubong ang mga bagong dating. They welcome the publications and remind them about the two-day activities.

"Ihanda n'yo na ang mga gamit ninyo. Ilang oras na lang at magsisimula na ang workshop," paalala naman ni Miss Ace sa mga chroniclers.

Ngunit isang pagtataksil ang sumunod sa utos ng kanilang tagapayo kung ang langit ay napupuno ng samu't-saring kulay. Mula sa tumitingkad na dalanghitang araw patungo sa mga pininturahang himpapawid— dilaw, bughaw at puting tanawin. 

Napasandal na lang ang adviser sa kotse at sabay nilang pinagmasdan ang pag-alpas ng panibagong umaga. Nilalanghap ang sariwang hanging humahalo sa halimuyak ng tubig dagat na makikita lamang sa likod ng main house.

This is a good start and everyone has yet to experience the crucial part of the convention.