Ilocos Trip Day 2: Blue Lagoon, Pagudpud
Rise up this morning
Well, first of all, I’m really sorry for neglecting this blog for so long. I’ve been cleaning up my drafts to get ready for a fresh new start, and couldn’t bear to delete this one. I truly like the photos I took here.
But I’m kinda not in the mood to write about a trip that happened so long ago, and I’ve kinda forgotten about it also. I wouldn’t do it justice, so I’m just gonna put these photos up here and hope they take you with me on a summer trip long ago, and paint the story that my words failed to do.
Ilocos Trip Day 1: Kabigan Falls
Lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Summers in Manila are often intolerable. Step out of the shower and a few minutes later, beads of sweat will already start forming on your face. And ironically, as dry and hot the weather may be, you never really feel dry. You always feel damp, hot, and icky no matter how many showers you take.
Ilocos Trip Day 1: Bangui Windmills
They remind me of picket fences (Tom would have a hard time painting these)
Sometimes I go to places that so resembles something I’ve read in a book that I feel like I’m in that book and someone’s reading about me. When we went to see the Bangui Windmills, I felt a little like that. For so long, I’ve enviously viewed so many photos of friends (both online and IRL) who went that place that visiting it myself and seeing the humongous, white, fan-like structures against the brilliant blue sky was almost surreal. I couldn’t quite believe that I was there.
Ilocos Trip Day 1: Cape Bojeador Lighthouse
"Travel penetrates your consciousness, but not in a rational way." -- Milton Glaser
Immediately after graduating, I jumped right into the slave-like life we young(ish) ‘uns like to refer to as the “corporate world.” 8-to-5 jobs are not very friendly to traveling plans, and I guess I just kind of let that excuse get in the way of my desire to get out and see more of the world–something I suspect I’ll regret till I’m wrinkled and gray.
My Not-So-Junior MasterChef Moment
“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.” -- James Beard
My father was the kind of person who can whip up a perfectly respectable meal from the top of his head, no recipes required. I guess some people are just born that way: they know, instinctively, which pinch of this and which dash of what go well together.