I think I’ve just been blacklisted from ever taking surfing lessons in San Juan. Yesterday, just before sunset, I agreed to take surf lessons this morning with Ate Marilyn, my constant instructor whenever I happen to be on this side of La Union. Always, she recommends an ungodly hour like 6 or 7AM. And always, I come in late. But worse, like this time, I never make it at all. I remember waking up at 6 but then I closed my eyes. Opened it. Its ten past seven. I reason with myself for another hour that perhaps this is why after all these years, I have never made it past to surfing on my own: I am not a early riser– a trait that most surfers have. Then I remember: Of course I was tricked to saying yes when surfing is not really on my agenda this time around. Because this time around– with 7 hours left to be exact, I only have room for one activity and that is trekking down (or up?) to Tangadan Falls. Surf lessons be damned.