Let us take a closer what’s inside this Balay (house). This is the ancestral home of a former Church Monsignor. This is a must-do when visiting Boljoon as one can take a peek from Boljoon’s cultural past.    Weaving used to thrive here. Sadly, this culture […]

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 […]

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 […]

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.

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. […]

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 […]

I was wedged in between rowdy teenagers and an elderly woman with lots of baggage. The jeepney we were riding in was having a hard time maintaining its steady momentum as it wound its way up to the hill towards Sentinela. The small sliding window […]

So my good friend Journeying Pinay convincingly convinced me to tag along with here when she went home over the long weekend last August. I was headed for Cebu the following week so I was contemplating if I will decide to join her. Budget was […]

So somewhere up north I was able to cross a hanging bridge above a free-flowing river from the jungles. I vividly remember the slightly swaying steel rods as it groaned under me and Hazel’s weight. Rusty and worn-out, the bridge could use a new smudge […]

My first venture in Ilocandia was back in April of this year when I visited the UNESCO Heritage Site of Vigan City. Little did I know that I would step foot on its vast lands again just after a few months. I am glad to […]