After 10 years Ida has risen from the ashes of her blog to share something with you once again…
The travel season is creeping in day by day and you probably have your tickets ready from those seat sales that went on a few months ago. Where to? Hong Kong? Japan? New York? Hawaii? Morocco??
It’s common sense that each destination would require you to stuff certain things in your suitcases but wherever you decide to go in the next few weeks, may that be a cold country or a tropical beach, there’s always a couple of things that are equivalent to a little black dress in every girl’s closet (or a trusty collared shirt in a guy’s case).
Out of town trips aren’t a regular thing for a girl like me. My parents aren’t really the type who are into traveling, the only regular trips we do only involve going back to our hometown in Mindanao and the annual trips to Baguio for my Father’s alumni homecoming, and since getting into a university that has a trimestral calendar, getting a week of break in between terms is long enough. My parents are also very strict and asking permission to go out of town is next to useless as I know that they’ll never let me go.
Post graduation, I’m free as a bird but at the same time, being a blogger (and my inability to manage my time) really hasn’t given me much free time, so I still find it hard to go on far away trips. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one going through this dilemma, I know a lot of working city girls who have thriving (or struggling) careers would find it very hard to book that dream beach trip too, ’cause hey, duty calls!
But come on, you definitely deserve this break, plus it’s really close…. Batangas close? Nah, more like Makati kind of close.
Sometimes there are just no words (and okay I admit sometimes I’m lazy too… kidding) so I’m doing this series, “Visual Diary” where I can share to you guys an experience, an event, my mundane day, or even my thoughts, visually through photographs. I’m gonna be babbling sometimes in between photos but yes… not so much.
Last Friday was a dream. A great break from my daily life in the urban jungle. I woke up extra early than usual, around 6am, and yes, that is extra early for a night owl like myself, and rushed to get ready for the trip. Miguel and his blockmates planned a trip to Anvaya and I came along with them.
Road trip. Food trip. Warm sun-kissed skin. Sparkling pool water. Laughter. Friends. Puto bumbong by the sunset drenched beach. Read more to see our calming adventure.