Tuesday, October 28

The Varied Old Homes of Boljoon

But of course, a visit to a lovely heritage town like Boljoon would not be complete without discovering its pot of gold: its ancestral homes.

The old homes of Boljoon seems more on the mix of American-influence and of traditional architecture. I truly enjoyed walking along its oldest street (Patrocinio St.) and in the adjacent ones.  



Tuesday, October 21

Beauteous Boljoon

I knew I would be stepping foot on this tamed, religious town the moment I saw a picture of it over the internet. Boljoon (read as Bol-ho-on) came first to my knowledge in dear friend Ephraim's blog post over two years ago.  My mind did not need a long time to ponder, I knew I loved Boljoon even before going there.


Elevated view of Boljoon town proper with Ili Rock 

Nestled in a secluded cove protected by a natural rock formation called Ili Rock, it is no wonder as to why Boljoanon's forebears chose to settle here permanently.  A small strip of flat land is bounded by azure waters and thickly-forested curving hills.  Boljoon, in anybody's view, can be described as nothing but picturesque.  


Tuesday, October 14

Claveria's Remaining Ancestral Homes

This coastal town only has a few remaining ancestral homes which either have been turned to business establishments or remained the families' humble abode. 

Either way, I was still happy to see a few old homes that withstood the test of time.







Monday, October 6

The Mermaid in Moalboal

It was my first time in the province of Cebu.  I wonder how come I have skipped visiting this comely queen for many years now.  I guess because of the fact that Cebu has always been on the top of the list among Philippine destinations.
A recently cancelled trip abroad opened several windows of local travel for me.  After a three-day sojourn in the provinces of Ilocos SurIlocos Norte, Cagayan and Apayao, a hiatus was not in the horizon for I was headed to this island soon after.

Wednesday, October 1

I Stepped Foot in Apayao

I smiled a genuine smile as the scenes from a painting of a Philippine National Artist came to life before my eyes. Mountains as the backdrop, farms on the sides, two carabaos lounging in the river, the blue skies, a gentle river snaking from the mountains to the plains below and a gentle lady dreaming of a love from above.  


Yes, I stepped foot in Apayao.