the coolest summer

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Three provinces, six islands, seven days. Summer of 2017 was the best I’ve had so far. From rock formations and waterfalls in Northern Samar to long sandbars and breathtaking views in Leyte. Sambawan Island made our jaw drop with its natural beauty and Kalanggaman Island is a paradise on its own. As if those weren’t enough, I traveled farther down to Cuatro Islas, where the stunning islands of Apid, Digyo, and Mahaba make up for the simplicity of life. Since I still have time, I explored the city of Baybay and even slept at the beautiful campus of Visayas State University. I missed what could have been the best sunset when I left for Tacloban right after chilling at Lintaon Peak. It didn’t end there though, as my wild spirit decided to walk along San Juanico Bridge alone. I still consider it the scariest 25 mins of my life to be honest. And this summer getaway the coolest.

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favorite month & person

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January has always been my favorite month and my mom has always been my favorite person, so when my birthday week came last year, I decided to travel with her. The cold weather in Baguio was no match to the warmth my mother and I shared during our stay—walking hand in hand, laughing every time we get lost and tired, and hugging each other whenever we get the chance. We remained the same in La Union even when it wasn’t as chilly. My 22nd birthday never felt incomplete even though she was the only one I celebrated it with. The places we explored and the food we enjoyed became much more special because we were together. My mom is ultimately the only person in the world I couldn’t imagine living life without.

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my first solo travel

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A gorgeous island, a mermaid in disguise, a backpack, and three days in July 2016. Cebu was the first place I explored solo and I loved every part of it! I have met a handful of kind and generous people, seen different shades of green and blue, visited significant establishments, and found solace in nature. I’ve always fancied traveling alone and I was in awe when it finally happened. I truly enjoyed my own company and learned more about myself. Since then, I made a pact to wander around this world in solitude at least once a year, accompanied only by my shadow and soul.

 

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raw beauty of Talisayen Cove

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We owned Talisayen Cove for 24hrs. The month was November, the weather was great, and no other group of campers decided to stay there, not even for a day tour. Calm and quiet, untroubled and excited, fun and fulfilling—just some of the words to describe what we felt in that moment. We were disconnected from the world, and as selfish as it could be, we enjoyed it. Sometimes, the simplest way of living makes up the grandest days of our lives.

 

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peaks and friendship 

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A group of friends that hikes together, stays together forever! Even when you get at the foot of the mountain knowing there were only eight peaks when there are actually twelve. Our laughter filled the air in Mt. Batulao with some sighs of exhaustion in between. We were speechless when we finally reached the top, partly worn out and partly awed. The twelve peaks were like a test of friendship and I’m so proud we conquered them all. The next day after climbing a mountain, we went to Caleruega Church to pray and reflect a little. It was a weekend well spent with friends.

 

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things get bleak

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Some bridges burn
Some things get bleak
Some people hurt
Some friends don’t speak

Hundred Islands & more

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How does it feel going to a place out of a movie you love? Ecstatic. And more. That’s what I felt when I went to Alaminos, Pangasinan. A smile was plastered on my face all day especially when I saw familiar spots from the film Sana Dati by Jerrold Tarog. Although I frowned for about an hour out of dizziness from our helmet diving, that and the scary corals didn’t prevent me from being thrilled and overjoyed. My spirits came back after ziplining and I had all the energy needed to climb the view deck from one of the islands. We also headed to Bolinao and explored more, keeping the positive vibe and bringing the sunshine wherever we go.

 

 

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