I first heard of Hale Manna (which means “good energy” in Sanskrit) when our wedding singer got married there last year. We finally got to visit one weekend this summer to celebrate our parents-in-law’s 43rd wedding anniversary. The place did not disappoint, and I took back to the city with me only good energy.
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.
P.S. Please forgive me because I slept the whole time my teammates were exploring the beach… Anyway, after Bojo River, we decided to take the extra 2 kilometers to check out Hermit’s Cove, because, according to one of our teammates, it might be long when we can come back..
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.
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.
I was going to write that there was nothing spectacular about Tabogon. But I took a deep breathe because that was a lie. The town is just like any other small town in the Philippines — sleepy. But just like any other town in the Philippines, Tabogon has hidden jewels. The beauty of the town lies in the every day life — the simplicity, the early night time. Another beauty is the resort called Bunzie’s Cove.
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).
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.