1. We were on the road for days and no one complained about it, except for those moments when Raymart deliberately/accidentally accelerates up to 80/kph. This is why I stopped driving and asking my father to “please, please lend me the car,” all at once. The road, as I have come to understand it, is not a place for imposing. To control is to be controlled.
2. There was a song that we kept on repeating. Just this one song that had us singing on top of our lungs. We were moved and we were moving. Thank you Up Dharma Down for telling the truth for us.
3. This is how these photos emerged: someone came with the idea of chasing the sunset for the last time. To witness the golden goodbye of the sun and welcome temporary darkness before we resume our fast-paced lives in the metro. In the midst of our silence, something rippled through my thoughts. This is less frightening than running after love.
4. This is an attempt to end this series. A failure, an inadequacy so far but which I cannot postpone any longer. The rarer the endings, the lesser the number of goodbyes now than there were in the past, the harder for me to knot my thoughts close with words.
As much as possible, I try to avoid going to the mall for food, shopping and adventure when traveling because one, I feel like it defeats the purpose of setting foot in a foreign place and two, I like to maximize the experience of living like a real local. I am always set on finding hole in the walls and brands that are only unique to the place.
I have been to Batangas a couple of times in the past but I have not explored it well yet. This explains why I was particularly intent upon visiting at least one local eatery to which Haj responded by bringing me to Cafe de Nasugbu. #TeamPersistent
It is easy to understand why Cafe de Nasugbu is missed by many. It has no signage and not much gimmickry for people to notice. But like a lot of great things that come without any signs or whatever, there is more to this medium-sized cafe that offers dining al fresco style. Nothing fancy here, just good country side food.
The Tuna Salad was this set’s winner and I recommend that you get the bigger serving. The kids are not as keen on salad as I am so I ordered the small one for practical reasons. In fairness to the cafe, they maintain good standards for tomatoes and cucumbers. Plus, their choice of vinaigrette nicely put everything together.
The Comple Pizza, which is short for “complete pizza.” Haj wanted Hawaiian while the boys were craving for something else. This was a perfect compromise because it had everything from pepperoni to ham to olives, etcetera, etcetera.
Random: We appreciate the effort of putting bell peppers but none of us was just into it. It’s us not you, bell pepper.
The Marinara Pasta caused a moment of nostalgia for the three. It reminded them of their first time in the cafe, and how they ignored the carbonara in favor of this. There is nothing complicated about this pasta, the taste is simple and spot on which is how I like my pasta sometimes.
The Cafe Clubhouse which was suggested by Raymart. I am not a fan of the bread, but I guess that is only because I am more used with the whole wheat type. The nachos could have been better, too. Still, it was a delightful way to cap a great day.
Who did it better? Hoho.
#Maturity, or why some people dismiss us as flippant. Indulge us today because tomorrow we will be two of the very few who are still crazy enough about changing the world. #DamingSinabi Hoho
I stopped attending mass every Sunday because at one point, I felt like the church was interfering my personal faith with political issues and it did not bode well for me. I am very firm with my values but I am spiritually low maintenance. My measures of good and bad, moral and not do meddle with my public life but there are certain things I want to keep in the solitude of my privacy. Which, I believe, is not necessarily bad.
I have seen far more religious people in the past who regularly go to church and even keep devotional diary, but I have not been swayed to go back until recently, when I found out that my father has been attending mass again.
The want to see Caleruaga coincided with the hope of working on an old habit back. Three months since 2014 came in, let’s see where this will lead me. #TeamSpirit
Straight from a prior event’s clothes. We only realized we might have been dressed inappropriately when we were nearing the place. Thank heavens for scarves and jackets. Anyway..
Caleruega has everything from recreational areas to prayer chapels. Here we exploit the goodness of the Koi pond and its walkways.
Crop tops from.. JOKE.
Can’t get enough.
Raymart’s FYI that afternoon was that Rizal had his own version of this “basic engineering thingy.” This got him and Haj into this childish and heated discussion on who learns more at school and who does not when Haj expressed her disbelief. KYOT
One of the halls between the Gazekubo and Tuktok. And oh, a lamp post. Hehe.
One with the wind and ska-a-ayy!
Was not able to get inside the church because there was a wedding happening. Didn’t want to intrude such an intimate occasion. That means to say, I still have my “free” wish with me when we go back.
Ending this post with Haj and Raymart because.. love.