Outside the Microtel Hotel in the secluded beach of Diniwid, I met two kids who were likely skipping siesta and enjoying themselves in the swing. They were both super friendly, especially the boy, who speaks English. He asked me to push him on a swing really hard. And I did. He said his father’s Italian. His father owns, he said, a local Italian restaurant in Boracay. He talked a lot.
I met his mom that night beside the pool and she confirmed everything the little boy said. He was really madaldal, she said. She invited me to their restaurant but had to say no because I was flying back to Manila the next day.