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Footnote: A Wedding in Spain
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Bagasbas Beach: My New Hideaway
I almost missed summer! I was away for so long and work was unrellenting when I got back and before I knew it, summer was almost over! But I wasn’t going to give her up without a fight. So I bullied urged The Hubby to take me to the beach. Or else… 😉 As we were weighing our options, Boracay was casually mentioned in one of our conversations. But Boracay had lost its appeal to me long ago, when the crowds started pouring in dressed in their spanking new designer boardshorts and fashionable bikinis and Havaianas. What really gets me, though, are the ones who wear rash guards. Do you…
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Pinay Traveller Recommends #9: Fantasizing About Mobile Living
Recently, Will Smith drew a lot of flak from New Yorkers when he parked his gargantuan motorhome in Soho during a shoot. The two-story, thirty-foot monster naturally created a lot of traffic and caused such a furor among the locals that Smith had to have it removed ASAP. But honestly, since when did people need their motorhomes to be THAT huge? Aren’t motorhomes (or trailers, as others might call them) only supposed to be an extension of one’s home? Ready to be moved as quickly as possible? This reminds me of how much I wanted to have a motorhome when I was a kid. I particularly loved the classic Airstream…
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A Pinoy Pilgrim on His Way to Santiago de Compostela
In my continuing quest to find people who can help me turn my Camino de Santiago dream into reality, I stumbled upon Mark Ho. Mark is currently doing The Walk and is, in fact, on his 33rd day on the road with two companions. I asked him to give me some tips on how to make The Walk easier for an aspiring Camino pilgrim like me. Here are his wise words. 1. Why did you do the Camino? How long did it take you to decide on doing such a challenging trip? I did it for a variety of reasons. For the most part, I am doing the Camino as…
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In Which I Almost Froze to Death in Avila
Now, looking at my wrinkled hands, I marvelled at how totally unprepared I was for the cold…For someone from the tropics like me, that’s Cool Runnings cold. My fingers were getting numb. You would think that the long, uphill walk from the gates to the Convento de Santa Teresa would warm me up a bit but it just exhausted me instead. I was hungry. I was getting cranky. It was about five degrees celsius out in the open here, twenty degrees less than what I’m normally used to back home. The three layers of shirts under my overcoat didn’t help either. I was not prepared for this.…
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