It's 11 AM when I arrived back near the port. I've decided to go straight to my room. I have to rest for a while. I feel sleepy because of my earlier adventure when I arrived on this island.
I forgot about my fruits, but the tricycle driver caught me from the lobby to give them back. I thanked him and took the stairs to the second floor where my room is located.
I just dropped myself to the bed. It felt great to lay down for a while. I closed my eyes and thought of my conversation with Tandang Tiago.
He said I'm a witch. I can't still believe what he just told me. But around here, everything is possible. If I were still in Manila, I would laugh at that.
There's something about this place that makes me believe in magic and all impossible things. I'm one of the people who can maka fanta
