Everyone enjoyed the mouth-watering coconut meat and juice. The coconut they thought was only real in fairy tale was "really real" they can see them with their own eyes and eating the white tender succulent meat piece by piece and drinking the water juice so sweet to the last drop.
"Coconut tree is known as the tree of life!" Panfilo told the children." Everything in this tree can be used for so many things. For too many purpose and usage and most of all it's very fortunate of them to be stranded in such a beautiful island. We are so lucky."
"Indeed! We are lucky than ever!" Mila and Tamara blurted in the same line that made the elders chuckled.
"Okay children it's about time. We'd better get into the tent for bedtime. It's not that we dreamed of being here sleeping in the middle of nowhere but we need some sleep and rest, it was such a long day." Grandpa told everyone. Grandpa and Grandma looked so tired. After all they were already age 70. Too old for this kind of voyage. Too old for so many hardship.
While inside the tent they all recited a solemn prayer of a peaceful night and guidance. Thankful for their lives were spared from the violent storm and for the many blessings surrounding the island. It would be one heck of a day tomorrow and they sleep soundly until at dawn when they heard loud thunder and lightning flashing back and forth. The rain started to pour but not that strong enough to wreck the strong tent made of hundred percent water repellant fabric. The same kind of fabric used for umbrella but durable enough to withstand wind and water. The pegs are sturdy made of metal and hard wood. The ropes they used are made from abaca which is known for its durability. They also have nylon cords for dual utility. On top of the tent is the big sail overlapping the many coconut leaves they painstakingly had woven for the roof, altogether unable for the rain to penetrate their temporary shelter. It was chilly for a while but with the wool blanket that they shared with the whole family and clan plus their non-stop novena keep them awake but safe from harm.
THE SPIRIT OF VERONA
Author: E. Verna Turner
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