Why must you hide from us, sun? Last chance: come out with your rays up.
Yesterday, an entire day was spent NOT swimming. Maybe the second time’s a charm.
We came, we saw, we passed out. The saga continues…
(Getaway soundtrack: “Best Day of My Life” by American Authors)
My friends – the same people I was with in Vigan – and I went to Aklan a couple of months ago. It was an eventful five-day vacation, so I thought a little play-by-play would be a better method of telling you about it. (Just a heads-up: I hope you’re in the mood for a mini-series.)
For most people, leaving a mark while doing what they love is a pretty ambitious goal. You practice your craft, you work hard to turn a few (hopefully thousands of) heads, then you strive even more to stay in their consciousness. At this day and age, you’d be lucky to get your 15 minutes. So when you still generate the same effect decades later, you know you’ve got something special. Continue reading The Eraserheads in 20 pages (and a CD)
The first time I ate at Shine Bakery and Cafe was on a whim. My comrades for the day (my mom, my sister and her husband) and I didn’t go there because we read some review or saw in on a “top ten” list.
For a couple of nights last week, my sister, her husband and I felt the old wanderlust. But since we have neither the time nor the budget for a last-minute getaway, we resorted to driving aimlessly around the city for a couple of hours at a time. On our second night, I blurted out that while we just had dinner, I was feeling hungry again (unusual, right?). Apparently, they were feeling the same way, so we started looking at options.
I love coffee. Words can’t even express how infatuated I am with it. I can’t get through the day without at least 4 cups of it. In a mug or a cup, steaming or cold, black or creamed, I’ll take it morning, noon and night. I think I should form a new religion that praises the stuff.
Our trip to Ilocos was a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision. It started out as a wouldn’t-it-be-nice thought, which suddenly got serious when we set a date that was only about a couple of weeks away. Because of the limited time we had, we kind of rushed our search for a place to stay too. We needed lodging that would fit our budget but didn’t look like Hostel was shot there, and that’s how we stumbled upon Grandpa’s Inn.
If you’ve been following my food exploits (*cough* shameless plug *cough*), you’ll know that as much as I love food, I don’t have the voracious appetite required of a true blue foodie. So on the morning of my unplanned trip to Burp, I was actually considering just grabbing a late lunch of instant noodles because I made the mistake of assuming I could handle a breakfast of two big, fat pancakes.