There’s more the Surftown than surfing. During our last weekend there, we also made side trips to Ma Cho Temple, the plaza pagoda, and had the famous Ilokano halo halo.
The in-betweens. Baguio, September 7-8.
Sometimes you forget that it’s not just about the peak. It’s ok to take your time. It’s ok to think of quitting. It’s ok to rest. Continue reading “Revisiting Pinto Art Gallery”
Since my last trip to Zambales was a whole three months ago, I thought I’d share my thoughts about the last few novels I’ve been able to pick up (‘pick up’ is kind of an awkward phrase as I read mostly through a digital screen these days).
I read to relax, to escape from reality, to place myself in a zone that doesn’t require deep mental function. I would love to choose books with a more conscious effort to develop a new knowledge-set – I’ll get to that within this month, when I go on that break (frankly I’m a little terrified. I think of my thoughts and plans now, and they all end in that hesitant octave-higher lilt. “I think I’m still OK?” “I’m not sure what I’ll do next?” “But I’m not really going anywhere yet anyway, ha-ha?” Sigh.) Anyway, here goes.