Each summer of my life has always been memorable. But not all summers have been happy. It was a summer when I lost a young love. It was summer when I lost both my grandfathers. But it was also a summer when I got married and it was a summer when our dear nephew was born. This summer, the summer of 2018, was made more memorable because of my trip to New York but frankly, summer to me has always been about doing new things, reading new authors, and making memories with my family. Advertisements
Siquijor was home to me. But through the years, I have redefined the meaning of home. I have increasingly agreed with the cliche saying, “Home is where the heart is.” I add to that, “Home is where my happiness is,” and my happiness is not always in Siquijor, or is not always associated with a specific geographic location. But summer is always Siquijor to me. This is because I am always happy in Siquijor during summer (and, yes, for some reason, I don’t feel very happy in Siquijor in other times of the year). So to Siquijor I go during summers.
Last weekend, my team mates and I had an outing. We thought it would be fun to check out the Bojo River tour but we wanted to stay over night in Aloguinsan and the only place we can afford was Hidden Beach. Why it’s called Hidden was pretty obvious when we knew the place is about 5 minutes by car from the main road.
Bojo River is not a unique tourist attraction. There are many river tours in the Philippines and in the world. What made us admire the river cruise is its organization and the profit-sharing between the local government and the citizens who manage the cruise operations. We think the cruise is one of the best examples of how a government can work together with its citizenry to make the best of what a certain place can offer as a tourist attraction and gain from it in the most socially-responsible and environmentally-sustainable way.
There are people who’d want to escape to a small island, far from everything and everyone. There are people who cherish soaking under the sun, and bathing and swimming all day. I am not one of those people. While I occasionally want to escape, the thought of being alone in an island scares me. When we went to Capitancillo, an islet and a light house off the city of Bogo in northern Cebu, I thought the line “No man is an island” is really true.
There is a certain kind of joy in traveling, especially traveling roads you’ve never traveled on before. A framed Robert Frost poem — The Road Not Taken — is a fixture in my grandmother’s house. Whether she mindlessly or intentionally placed that frame in her house, I don’t know. But one thing I do know — that poem has been my inspiration in the many things I do and the decisions I made in life. And I am pretty sure, that poem has also influenced the lives of my siblings and cousins.
Because I can’t get enough of the interiors and decor at Bunzie’s Cove, here are some more photos of the place — in reds, yellows, and oranges.
While I enjoy looking at explosion of colors and prints, I don’t want to live in so many of them, and prefer to see neutrals at home. Here are some neutrals at Bunzie’s Cove that I think will look good in my apartment.
Why is “summer” almost always synonymous to “beach”? I don’t know. But, surely here in the Philippines, where beautiful beaches abound, summer definitely means going to the beach! My second trip to the beach this summer was with my workmates (fellow bankruptcy geeks).
We had really great sunshiny days the summer that was. Now that the rainy days are here, let me share to you one of the best trips I had this summer. It was an out-of-town trip that lasted some 12 hours, half of those hours were spent inside a van. I helped my friends with their prenuptial shoot (they got married last weekend, congratulations!) and the photographer took us to this small corner of the national highway down south, in the town of Barili.
Last week, a close friend died. I realized we are never prepared for death. We know we will all die, but death will always come in an unexpected time and it will always come as a shock and leave us in a moment of disbelief.