On the way to the parish church in Talingting, we stopped by a shanty along the road to have snacks. The smell of freshly baked bread enticed us to jump out of the mini van. We were greeted by Lilibeth, the owner of the humble bakery, and we spied her husband and daughter kneading dough behind the glass display counter. There were no other tourists when we visited so we took a break and spent time talking with Lilibeth and her family. And this is her story. Advertisements
After catching up with sleep on a Thursday midday, Joel and I hurried to Rizal Park to see if we can still get inside one of our national museums — the National Museum of Anthropology. The museum closes at 5:00 P.M., and admission ends at 4:30. We arrived at 4:00 PM and students were hurrying down the stairs to go home.
I woke up at half past 3 in the afternoon in Manila. I was refreshed and the pain in my eye that has been bugging me the past four days is now gone. We arrived in the capital 12 hours before, hit the welcoming pillows of the quaint Casa Bocobo Hotel at 4AM, visited a government agency for a scheduled appointment, had lunch at a Chinese restaurant, and went home to get some much-needed shut eye. I was glad it was still half past 3. That means we still have enough day light to cover at least one museum, the whole length of Rizal Park, and still be on time for an afternoon tea.
This guide to a Visita Iglesia in Siquijor was something I wrote for Tripzilla before this year’s Holy Week. I patterned this after a recent visita iglesia I did with a guest who visited Siquijor for the first time. While Siquijor will not boast of centuries-old and magnificent churches, we do have our share of historic churches.
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.
This post has been on my mind for a long time now and it is always included in my to-do list but I never got around to doing it until this February. So one February afternoon, I went on a thrifting tour in one of my favorite thrifting areas in Cebu City — the midtown area. If you are interested in knowing where I went, what I tried on, what I bought, what the price ranges are, please read on…
Last July, Bo’s Coffee, an institution in the coffee shop industry in the Philippines, organized the first-ever Coffeechella to celebrate its 20th year in business. Bo’s has been an important part of my life in the city and has somewhat influenced me to become a good and conscious coffee drinker.
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..
This is my second time to visit Bojo River, and, if I was impressed the first time, I was more impressed the second time. I was with my team mates and there is, indeed, more fun in the numbers. We availed of the tour package (P650 per head) and it was actually beyond what I expected. Read on for more details.
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.
The north of Cebu is a relatively new discovery to me. It was only this year that I was able to finally visit all towns and cities of Northern Cebu and, to me, that is a feat because I’ve been living in the city for almost 2 decades and I can’t believe I still haven’t toured the province completely. Anyway, it was a road trip to remember, one because it was my husband’s clan reunion and, two, we almost figured in a road accident and I couldn’t shake off the fear in the next days following our arrival home.