BRUSSELS, 2016. We were admiring this view when rain poured, cutting short what was supposed to be an hour-long stroll from Fritkot Bompa (where we had our best fries in the city) to our hostel. We took shelter under a narrow balcony of a nearby apartment.
MANILA, 2014. I can count on one hand the number of times I joined a contest. It’s something I usually stay away from, but the prize was a fulfillment of a childhood dream. At the time, the farthest I had been to was Japan. Europe was not even on my radar. “I’m going to Paris,”…
Just landed. At one point during the flight, I had a dream. I dreamed about the moment I burned when I was a kid.
Last night while watching neighbors welcome the New Year, I remembered something: I used to sell fireworks.
I’ve been staying at my mom’s house in Batangas for the holidays. The other night, I was having a drink with neighbors on their porch when they commented how things had changed around here. The main road in our village is now flanked with 2-story concrete houses. We spent most of our childhood within flimsy…
WE MISSED OUR SHUTTLE TO THE AIRPORT. The worst part, we had already locked our AirBnB apartment in Reykjavik and left the keys inside, so we were stuck outside in the ICELAND cold at 3am.
When I was 7 years old, there was this toy boat that my mom would not buy me because we were short on cash. It wasn’t expensive at all, to be honest. But for a family who had almost nothing, even a cheap toy was regarded a luxury. I remember not getting upset about it.…
My travel life began when I fell in love. I’m not talking about love for the road or love for travel. I’m talking about love love. Romantic love. I-will-go-anywhere-with-you kind of love. Before I met him, I never traveled anywhere. Neither did he, before he met me. I don’t know what happened or how, but…
