The Year That Was: 2016 in Love and Love of Travel

The Year That Was: 2016 in Love and Love of Travel

It has been a few weeks since 2017 kicked in and I still haven’t truly grasped the series that unfolded last year. The year that was 2016. 2016 started with the idea that after I see parts of my country (the Philippines) in the first few months and have touched base with Southeast Asia in the 2nd quarter, I will be heading off somewhere far by autumn to study and culturally immerse for an extend period of time… perhaps, for the next 2 years. After spending the first month of…

When Feeling Lost Finally Hits You

When Feeling Lost Finally Hits You

I’ve never been more lost than I am right now. Being on a sabbatical to “figure things out” is an opportunity that I’ve always looked forward to. I imagined having all the time in the world doing so much more than what I’ve been doing before. I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to write my thoughts and hopefully inspire other people. I wanted to share stories. Perhaps, even embrace a happier life altogether. And so, I did travel. I took on a 3-month backpacking trip around Europe and Morocco,…

Being in Malapascua, Cebu

Being in Malapascua, Cebu

And then there was Malapascua. Out of all the islands and the beaches in the country, it was Malapascua. Somewhere I haven’t been to. A name that I’ve only heard of but wasn’t really sure of what to expect. I just thought, there must be something special about it. Located in the northernmost tip of Cebu, this island is quite off the grid as compared to some destinations in the Philippines. A very long commute from the city proper, Malapascua is mostly frequented by those who want to get acquainted with the thresher…

The Impact of Crossing Paths, of Meeting You

The Impact of Crossing Paths, of Meeting You

Ever wonder why we meet the people we meet? Or how the most mundane events can lead to so much more? We don’t always realize how the tiniest things can have a strong impact in our lives. The acquaintances, the missed seconds, the slightest of words. We don’t think much about the ripple effect, the butterfly effect. It’s okay though. There’s always a reason. There’s always the right time. I couldn’t help but be amazed on how life brings people together. You get to cross paths with them, somehow make moments, and then…

Paint Me A Picture Called Blue, Chefchaouen

Paint Me A Picture Called Blue, Chefchaouen

If you ask me to paint you a picture of the a city colored blue, I would only think of Chefchaouen and give that to you. The most vibrant and the palest shades of blue. Who would have thought that I’d get to see it, actually? One of the places that I haven’t even heard of until about a few minutes after I’ve talked with Teresa, a solo traveler who I met at the bus stop in Sevilla as we were waiting for the next one to the airport. Apparently, we were…