Of course you know what I would say, I had a really great time in Ilocos. And I don't know how to describe the trip aside from using the word "fun". 
You don't have to go to Bora if you want white beaches. Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte is the place to go. You just have to be patient 'cos it's a 13-hour drive from Manila. But trust me, it's all worth it.
And if you want "a World Heritage Site-- the most intact example of a Spanish colonial town in Asia, and is well-known for its cobblestone streets and a unique architecture that fuses Asian building design and construction with European colonial architecture and planning", you're up to Vigan, Ilocos Sur.
Advertising aside, now I would narrate whatever happened in our Ilocos trip.
8pm, Friday (Apr. 25), we left our place, off to Ilocos. We were twelve: Ma, Pa, Kuya, Tita Alma, Yna, Elez, Ate (Lola) Nene, Kuya (Lolo) Renato, Ate (Lola) Bebe, Kuya (Lolo) Manny, Nanay (Lola), and myself. (Note: I honestly don't know why I call my Lolo's siblings and their husbands/wives as "Ate" and "Kuya" instead of "Lola" and "Lolo"-- aside from the fact that they are not oldies yet.)
We had a couple of stopovers either to eat or to market. We arrived at Pagudpud at 9am. Putek. I was stunned. Ang gandaaa. We looked for a house to rent. And there, by the beach, was a nice house with a hut in front of it.
We ate and then I, Yna and Elez looked for souvenirs. Nice accessories. no money. HAHAHA.
Since it was still hot, we slept in the airconditioned rooms. Tick tock. 3pm-- swimming time! We made sand castles, one looked like the carrot cake my grandmother baked during our reunion while the other looked like a devastated mountain. They made me into a mermaid by covering my legs with sand and shaping it like a mermaid's tail. It was almost finish when I saw a talangka beside me and to my fear and surprise, I jumped and ran a little. My tail was ruined. Hahaha.
Then, beach volleyball! Dinner. Sleep. Woke up at around 7am. Breakfast. Beach again. Left Pagudpud at 10am.
Ilocos Norte Tour: First stop was the Marcos Museum where Marcos' dead body lie. Hindi ko alam kung bakit hindi naaagnas, too much formalin, I guess. (Kuya Manny: Winawax lang nila yan! Tas sasabihin ni Imelda santo si Marcos kasi di naaagnas!) Hahaha, funne. Second stop was where we ate the Ilocos' empanada-- way different from the usual empanadas. Third stop was the famous Fort Ilocandia. Nothing much about that aside from the obviously expensive chandeliers. Okay, joke. Fourth stop was the Malacañang of the North, aka Malacañan Ti Amianan or Mansyon ni Marcos. There were about ten bedrooms, five dining rooms and four living rooms. Of course I was kidding. I did not count the rooms but I'm pretty sure there were too many.
I forgot to mention that we also saw the windmill-- the only one in the Philippines, the old lighthouse, and the Paoay church which was built by the Augustinian friars from 1694 to 1710.
Ilocos Sur Tour: I love Vigan-- famous for its great architecture. It's like Intramuros, but somehow better than it. When you're on the streets of Vigan, you wouldn't realize that something like that exists in the Philippines. Oh, for you to know, I have a thing for old structures and the like.
We ate lunch at Max's. Joyride. Arrived home at 2am, Monday, April 28.
PS: I hate to say this, but, I found out that if I would trace my bloodline, kalahi ko si Marcos! I'm part of the Edralin family. Kung itatanong mo ang buong pangalan ni Marcos, it is Ferdinand Emmanuel Edralin Marcos. My lola's great-great grandmother and Marcos' mother are first cousins.
Sana si Rizal na lang kalahi ko.
