Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Something about Firsts...
One of my friends told me that the “firsts” are usually the hardest. In three weeks I’ll be celebrating three firsts without her - Christmas, New Year, and my Birthday. In my previous entry, I mentioned that I found myself closest to her when I’m traveling, I guess, it’s the same reason why it feels like the ocean is calling me again. I want to be close to her, I want to feel her touch, her embrace, hear her voice.
Truth is, for most times, I just forget that she’s not with us anymore, but whenever I remember, it starts all over again. But then I’d realized that she’s somewhere else, somewhere better that any place she’s been.
I miss her. I miss my Mom.
Truth is, for most times, I just forget that she’s not with us anymore, but whenever I remember, it starts all over again. But then I’d realized that she’s somewhere else, somewhere better that any place she’s been.
I miss her. I miss my Mom.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Something about why I love to Travel....
Why do I love to travel?
While searching for a new adventure, I’ve started reading several travel blogs. I came across sole sisters’ travelogue that reminds me of the “accidental adventures” I shared with my best buddy in Cebu and Bohol. In one of their post, they asked their readers “Why do you travel?”.
I’ve been to a lot of places in the Philippines. My mom made sure of that. She would spend almost the whole year to plan that special summer escapade that I get to share with her, my dad, and my brother. She loved to travel – a passion that she was able to pass on to me. At that time, travel is a means to reconnect with my family. It was a bonding experience shared with my family that I will be forever thankful. It taught to me to be open to possibilities, to be flexible, and to enjoy what life can offer to us.
My first true travel adventure sans my family was in 2007. At that time, travel (and photography) was my solace. It was an escape route I eagerly traversed to forget the unfortunate realities of that time. When traveling I found a sense of direction, a sense of fulfillment, and an adventure that will last for a life time.
Since then, travel became a passion I eagerly explored. It allowed me to discover the unknown, to test my limits, and to experience culture that is different to what I am accustomed to. It brought challenges that I was excited, albeit scared, to overcome. It became a way to build new relationship and strengthen existing ones. It built character and provided an opportunity to grow. Moreover, when traveling, I feel closest to her, to my mom, the first person who taught me the wonders of travel.That’s why I love to travel and why I will continue to do so.
While searching for a new adventure, I’ve started reading several travel blogs. I came across sole sisters’ travelogue that reminds me of the “accidental adventures” I shared with my best buddy in Cebu and Bohol. In one of their post, they asked their readers “Why do you travel?”.
I’ve been to a lot of places in the Philippines. My mom made sure of that. She would spend almost the whole year to plan that special summer escapade that I get to share with her, my dad, and my brother. She loved to travel – a passion that she was able to pass on to me. At that time, travel is a means to reconnect with my family. It was a bonding experience shared with my family that I will be forever thankful. It taught to me to be open to possibilities, to be flexible, and to enjoy what life can offer to us.
My first true travel adventure sans my family was in 2007. At that time, travel (and photography) was my solace. It was an escape route I eagerly traversed to forget the unfortunate realities of that time. When traveling I found a sense of direction, a sense of fulfillment, and an adventure that will last for a life time.
Since then, travel became a passion I eagerly explored. It allowed me to discover the unknown, to test my limits, and to experience culture that is different to what I am accustomed to. It brought challenges that I was excited, albeit scared, to overcome. It became a way to build new relationship and strengthen existing ones. It built character and provided an opportunity to grow. Moreover, when traveling, I feel closest to her, to my mom, the first person who taught me the wonders of travel.That’s why I love to travel and why I will continue to do so.
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