Sometimes, the best vacations aren’t the ones filled with perfect sunsets and flawless itineraries. Sometimes, they’re the ones where rain washes away the plans—but makes room for memories.
From June 6 to 8, ten of us escaped to El Nido for what was supposed to be a beach-and-island-hopping break. Instead, we spent rainy days tucked into the cozy comforts of Seda Lio Hotel, five minutes from the airport and just steps from the shore. Despite the weather, laughter echoed through our hallways as stories were shared, phones were recharged (in every sense), and rain jackets became the outfit of the day.
We visited town, bonded over good food and better company, and embraced the slow pace that the rain gifted us. I dubbed myself Chief Rain Dance Coordinator—though my efforts didn’t bring the sun, they definitely brought the fun. The only thing we missed was the lagoons—but they’ll be waiting for us on our next trip.
Here’s to El Nido: rainy but radiant. And to the family that turned it into a perfect kind of imperfect.
My Niece’s Andrea POV
Some of the best adventures begin with a simple question. On May 31st, as Tita Carol and I sipped Admiral Spritz cocktails over a plate of cheese, she turned to me and asked – “Do you want to join us in El Nido?” Flights were already booked for the family, and she insisted my husband and I join. Though work and family kept him home, he urged me to go— “Time with family is priceless.”
Fast forward to June 6. Our bleary-eyed group—Mama Lil, Tita Carol, Tita Vera, Tito Al, and the rest of the crew—gathered at 3 a.m. for our Airswift flights. Split into two batches, my group (Tito Al, Francis, Nanette, and I) took off at 5:15 a.m. I dozed through the flight, waking just in time to see El Nido’s jagged limestone cliffs rising from turquoise waters. Even from the sky, it was magical.
A Rain-Soaked Welcome
Lio Airport greeted us with drizzle, but nothing could dampen our excitement. A golf cart whisked us to Seda Lio, where cold towels and warm smiles awaited. Breakfast was a lively affair, with Tita Carol insisting on one long table for all—a tradition that would define our meals together.
Our rooms were serene escapes: sliding doors opened to poolside views, and Tita Carol kept ours ajar to let in the salty breeze. The first day melted away in naps and laughter, the kind only family vacations bring.
When Plan B Becomes the Adventure
Day two dawned gloomy, canceling our island-hopping plans. Undeterred, Tita Carol, Nanette, and I braved the rain to explore El Nido town. We squeezed into a tricycle’s sidecar, giggling as raindrops peppered our faces. The 250-peso umbrellas we bought were flimsy (Tita Carol’s snapped the next day), but they let us wander the cobbled streets.
At Grounded Café, we balked at coffee pricier than Starbucks’ but admired its minimalist charm. Later, we found a humble bakery selling sugar-dusted donuts—simple, sweet, and real. Tita Carol’s pearl hunt led us through damp markets and souvenir stalls, while our tricycle driver shared the locals’ plight: “Everything’s expensive here, even for us.”
That night, huddled in Mama Lil’s suite over room service and rosary, the rain outside only made the room feel cozier.
When the Boat Trip Turns into a Van Adventure
By day three, we’d embraced the rhythm of the rain. Tita Carol, Tita Vera, and I slipped out early to buy around 12 kilos of dried fish. Back at the hotel, Barakuda Restaurant surprised us with remarkable fresh seafood meals, and what surprised me was pasta in creamy pumpkin sauce—unexpected and unforgettable.
As the others retreated, our little squad lingered in town. Tita Vera stocked up on souvenir shirts; Tita Carol hunted for treasures (pearls); and I savored the vibrant chaos—the true El Nido, far from the resort’s polished veneer. “This is the real magic,” I thought, dodging puddles past bustling carinderias.
Falling Off Paddleboards (and Laughing About It)
Our final morning, hope for island hopping faded—but not our spirits. We raced into the churning sea instead, clinging to paddleboards and shrieking as waves tossed us off. At El Nido Grill, Tito Al’s friend treated us to smoky grilled fish and comfort food. We ate until our plates gleamed, then walked back under brooding skies, savoring every step.
That night, as we gathered for one last rosary, I realized: the rain had rewritten our plans, but not our joy.
Epilogue: Delays and Life Lessons
Even our flight home was delayed by storms. Yet, lounging at Lio Airport, I felt only gratitude. We hadn’t seen hidden lagoons or Instagram-perfect sunsets—but we’d shared real moments: Tita Carol’s bargaining triumphs, Enzo’s glee over his stuffed turtle, the way Mama Lil’s prayers wrapped around us each night.
El Nido taught me paradise isn’t just pristine beaches. It’s the laughter that rises above the rain, the family that turns Plan B into the best story of all.
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