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This is the 6th lighthouse that I saw in my own eyes.
Every time I see a lighthouse. I am mesmerized. There is something in them that makes me wonder and prompts me to wander and dare myself to new discoveries and experience as many towers I can.
The first time I saw one, right in front of me, is in Ilocos Sur:
I fell in love with it instantly. I wanted to embrace the whole concrete stone post if I physically can. Seeing it right in front of me, made me speechless in awe. My heart, soaring! It’s like a potion poured all over me, intoxicating my heart and my mind. Even my soul I guess. I am mired with questions like what’s it all about lighthouses that I am so fascinated by them? It was a relief to have found out that I am not the only one crazy about Lighthouses!
I reached this point of thinking that it has something to do with who I was in my past life. I wanted to do regression soon. I am extending my apologies to my uncle priest (just in case this blog will reach him), as past lives isn’t part of our Catholic faith’s orientation.
I have been seeing myself being in a place where a lighthouse is standing tall. Mighty and proud. Like a man waiting for me ready to engulf me in his strong arms. For several occasion, I kept seeing a very beautiful woman in my dreams with her black waist-length hair softly flowing behind her, she’s in a long burgundy gown with black gold trimmings, I see her going up in a spiral staircase with its bricked walls and bronze lamps in every turn, one of her hand holding a flame lit torch and the other holding up her long silk ruffled skirt maybe to keep herself from tripping off while climbing up.
Ah, I aint’ dreaming of fairy tales in a deep slumber, she’s no Rapunzel, her hair as I remember isn’t gold. And upon reaching the top. She patiently waits on the windowsill as if anytime a man will wave at her and lovingly call out her name and she will run fast as she could towards his direction and welcome him with open arms. Is it me? I do not know. What I only know now is my-addiction-with seeing one at every opportunity.
The desire gets stronger after each encounter. I even noticed in my past scrapbooks, and pictures of lighthouses is a common thing
I must admit, fascinations like this is telling us (me) something. That is what I wanted to dig up. Like a universal feeling of self-discovery, It’ll somehow help me to know myself more. I have seen 5 all in all and apparently I intend to keep on counting.
CAPONES LIGHTHOUSE, ZAMBALES
BASCO LIGHTHOUSE, BATANES
MAHATAO & SABTANG LIGHTHOUSE, BATANES
Not until I felt the contentment and bravely I will say: “I’ve seen enough. I can rest now.” If such can answer my questions, I also do not know. It’s as if in one of them? I will find the answer to my questions. Or getting deeper, I will find out who was my man form another lifetime. Who I was? What was I am capable of doing? And I guess the answers will lead me inside the arms of the man I will call mine in this lifetime.
Huge possibility that it will give me peace. Writing this in my work area, with only the sound of my keyboard accompanying me, a dog whimpering from time to time under my chair, a cat in quiet slumber on the couch behind me and the sound of silence (its half past 2:00 am) I just can’t help but smile dreaming while still awake of my next encounter or where would it be… (–,)
In my dreams, I listed these:
And two more in Pangasinan, one in Cagayan as recommended by my soul sis and Guisi from Iloilo. Whew! There’s a lot! ❤
When mama asked me to bring her to Vigan. I was wishing that she asked for another place and not in Vigan since I have been there twice already. Since she insisted like a toddler persistent to get her coned ice cream, I gave in to her request setting aside my other priorities. It also served like my post birthday treat for her. Besides, Vigan in reality is so beautiful, you won’t mind revisiting the place in every opportunity.
It was just an overnight stay. I recently had this self – discovery that I acquired my father’s attitude of being agitated and uncomfortable in leaving the house empty and no one to tend to our pets, we have a dog, 2 cats and a dozen love birds. Though, to enjoy the trip without worries, I made it a point to secure our door locks and bought reliable stuff to reinforce them. It’s better to be safe than sorry.
We left early morning of January 2 and reached Vigan in the afternoon, spent the night in a hotel a few blocks away from the famous and iconic street – Crisologo street. As early as week 1 of December, we were already trying to book ourselves and they’re all occupied. Each and every hotel (specially those that we eyed are all fully-booked!) They claimed that it might slow down come January so we opted to schedule it first week of the first month of 2014. Still, we had a hard time finding a nice hotel to stay. We ended up in a not so cozy place, I can imagine my former boss telling me to always look for the best hotels to stay when traveling. Since I couldn’t postponed it anymore, I’d be back to work in a few days, and as long as it’s clean, the bedsheets are well-pressed, with ACU, and provides crisp towels regardless of its’ thread count. We booked ourselves at Green R Hotel.
I then brought them to Cafe Leona come dinner time.
I had them tried the famous bagnet ( Ilocanos roast pork), their version of pancit bijon, we also had Sashimi as chosen by my uncle and hot choco. It was good to have a priest with you the whole time. We say our prayers each meal. Something we missed to practice at home unless my son, Echo is dining with us. He is so strict and won’t allow us to start eating not unless he’s done with his thanksgiving prayer.
I noticed everyone were tired so we headed back to the hotel. When mama and my uncle were sleeping already. My friend and I with our itching feet sneaked out to explore the place once more. Not wanting to wait for the next day. We just wanted to witness how nightlife is like in Vigan specifically in Crisologo street. We took photos of all the lights we could see. I took reflections too for my souls sister to see, it is one of her favorite subject.
We captured the different lights from the municipal hall’s posts that changes it’s color every minute or so. I only saw something like this in Singapore, in Manila and in one building in Ortigas. Of course I loved purple most!
Taking photos made us hungry and cold. It was 19 degrees in Vigan at that time, we got used to 26. We ended up having Mexican food at Cafe Uno.
The first time I dined here was 4 years ago and it felt the same.
It’s a bit colder during that particular evening and sipping coffee at Cafe Uno was never better.
We walked around trying to find a 7-11 store to buy some stuff and ended up hiring a tricycle whom we asked to wait so we won’t hire another to bring us back to the hotel. Only to find out that the hotel is just across 7 11. Oh well! I found this window special too..
The following day was shopping day and taking pictures.
Cafe Uno is the coffee shop of Grandpa’s Inn. While Cafe Felicitas is their restaurant. Both places is equally themed, lots of vintage items can be seen and are interesting subjects from a photographer’s eye..
After breakfast at Cafe Felicitas. We had their famous longganiza with egg and tomatoes and garlic rice.
We hurriedly proceed to Crisologo street, took pictures of the famous heritage site. In all angles.
Uncle told me that this street is akin to some streets in Italy.
I was like a kid in the street. I had my taho.
I also had my DIC.
We bought shirts for mama and my son, for my friends’ friends. Uncle bought some stuff for the kitchen from one of the souvenir shops that I guess have been there for the longest time. Mama bought fruits (fruits?), yes fruits from an old lady, she just wanted to help the old lady. She even wanted to get everything that the old lady was selling if I hadn’t apprehend her. She bought raw bagnet and longganiza.
We dropped by shortly at the zoo. Jen tried the “empanada”.
It was meant for kids so we left right away.
We visited the “Pagburnayan”,
where a demonstration of how to create those clay pots is ongoing.
It was so interesting (reminds me of the movie: “Ghost”) messy but lovely. The guy doing it is also silly and full of jokes, he was very entertaining and he makes sure that the show is not just on him, it was interactive. I couldn’t get tired watching him as he plays with the clays.
After that, I found this very pretty hat in pink. And then I saw one of the same kind, this time in teal. I loved both instantly!
On our way home, just as we passed by the Arch of Agoo, it’s not Agu (like I first read it), it’s Ago-o! Mama sighted these giant black tigers
And there’s no way I can’t stop her, as they’re my favorite too! 6 pieces of those shrimps is 1 kilo already, they must be really big! Mama got crabs too..
I guess she went home with a smile on her face. That trip is actually dedicated to her. I just hope she was happy, if she is, I’d be happy as well. I am grateful for his younger brother to accompany us. It was a very special trip particularly for my mom. My son didn’t go with us, since her other grandma is in the hospital. I need him more to be there. I’ve always knew that there’ll be more next times to tag him, hopefully with his 2 grandmas in a single trip. It’d be really fun for all of us.
So long Vigan. With pride – I’m glad to see you unchanging! (–,)
Isabela is the second largest province in the Philippines, located in the Southern Luzon.
It boasts being one of the top 10 richest provinces in the country. One article from an in flight magazine of a local airline enumerated the beauty of Isabela. This was yet another chronicle for me as it is (again) my first time to set eyes on a very interesting part of the country. I was smiling to realize I have gone from end to end of the 7,101 islands.
From Tuguegarao to General Santos City except for Batanes and Tawi – Tawi which happens to occupy their own places in my list as well. A dream I promise to my papa to fulfill. Even if he is no longer here, each travel, i felt his contentment. I picture him from the heavens smiling proudly at me. I guess he’d always knew I was wishing to be with him and my mom every time I travel just like the old days, when he used to clasped me in his arms if i’m already tired walking.
During our trip, each and every corner was picturesque, as if they’re waiting anytime to be captured. Which I lovingly did. As the saying goes: A picture is worth a thousand words.
Our hotel in Isabela. It was said that the presidents daughter stayed here during their campaign.
Longganiza served for breakfast and we seem not to get tired of it.
They also have buko pies, siopao, pastas, sandwiches and specialty cakes. Since I am confident to recommend this: I am posting their FB page:
What better way to keep memories from this awesome trip, after unpacking my stuff in my bedroom, I carefully prepared another page in my scrapbook.
While cutting and pasting, my mind was already wandering as to where my next travel will be. and with that thought. and the sweetness of being home. i fell into a deep slumber smiling. =)
Mama and papa used to irked me (in a positive way) about visiting Villa Escudero Plantation and resort. And so one weekend, I decided to bring them to Villa Escudero. At the same time, to keep myself sane, due to tons of stress from work.
It’s just a day trip, since papa’s not so fond of overnights, he will not be able to sleep thinking of his dog, his janitors and kois and love birds as to whom will feed them during those hours nobody was at home. I am used to him being like that, he seems to be the same way even when I was a child.
We left early morning in time to enjoy lunch with our feet dipped in the cold flowing spring water. They call it Waterfall restaurant. They prepared a long table of several dishes (sitted on banana leaves) for the guests to choose from, there’s a table for main course, for drinks and for desserts. It was sumptuous. Though the feeling of being literally “cold feet” gets to me. I “Indian sit” instead the whole time I had my lunch.
We had welcome drinks when we arrive served by attendants wearing a Filipina costume with a fresh flower clipped in their hair. Some boys are also serenading the guests using a guitar looking instrument. They achieved creating the feel of being in the province specifically in the Philippines.
We were brought to the Waterfall restaurant by carabao-drawn carts. It’s actually a choice between that and a colorful jeepney.
We also visited the museum. It is actually an old church which they transformed into a museum.
It’s prohibited to take pictures inside. I got just one. Ehehe. Antique jewelry, clothing, jars, and all those artifacts, they were able to preserve. It is one of the most impressive museums I have ever seen. Though, no chance to pose for a souvenir picture, Security guards manned the whole area, I guess, there’s one in every corner.
There’s a souvenir shop too.
Villa Escudero is a vast place, the more you venture into it, the more interesting things unfolded. the long road to take with coconut trees surrounding the area are just hints of things to come.
The lake is surprising. According to the life-savers, it is more than 10 feet deep. My son, only 10 years old at that time was so brave to do bamboo rafting. He was backed by his “lolo” (grandfather). They were actually a team. So loyal to each other.
We spent some time dipping into the pool as well. Served snacks and we called it a day.
Let me put it this way, I used to think vacationing usually takes days, and rides via a plane or a big boat perhaps, being here, I learned that some road trip is worth it. Especially if with your fam. Having this weekend with them was truly a great day spent. I wish this will happen a lot. (–,)
A map to guide you just in case.