With the Cebu series out of the way, I thought I’d break the monotony by sharing a recipe I recently did. Be warned, candy bar lovers: this is so simple, you might find yourself making it more often than necessary.
When I set out to do this solo Cebu trip, my aim was to actually experience Cebu as a adventure-seeking, water-loving tourist. Did I achieve that goal? For the most part, yeah, which is why despite my unfortunate Kalanggaman experience, I did feel wistful when the trip had to come to an end. Thanks for sticking around for this last of the series.
So… I don’t really know how to begin this post other than to say sorry about the loooong wait between installments. As 2019 is finally upon us, I’m going to do something different. I’m not going to promise anything to avoid disappointing you. Instead, I’m just going to try harder to be more prompt with my posts. I hope that hasn’t turned you off yet. If it hasn’t, let’s get on with the next part of my little Cebu escapade.
So, I’ve been lagging long enough. Hopefully you’re still interested in learning about what happened in my Malapascua adventure.
Before I continue with my Cebu escapade, I thought I’d interrupt with another one of my ‘from scratch’ posts. Miss my chocolate recipes? Good, because you’re going to love this one.
Now, I know I left you hanging after my brief encounter with Crush and his pals, but here’s the next part of that adventure.
Now that you’ve waited long enough, here’s the next leg of my Moalboal trip.
I know I owe you guys the next part (of many) of my Cebu trip, but I wanted to get this one out of the way first. I just had an amazing time at an event where I never thought I’d have a blast: a drag show.
Now that I’ve kept you in suspense long enough, here’s the second installment of my solo Cebu trip.
Three times. Three times I’ve been to Cebu. You know how many of those trips were spent at the beach? One, and for just a couple of hours. This is why I wanted to go back, to rectify this mistake, especially since Cebu’s beaches are pretty famous. For a person who enjoys swishing her toes in white sand and cool salt water, this little time spent along a shore—any shore—is unacceptable, so this time around, I was dead-set on beaching the shit out of this trip.