I I’d been buying from this flower vendor in the “old market” of Minglanilla, Cebu for sometime for the 9-day visit to my nanay’s tomb.
They have that boat-shaped tables and it’s located by the beach.
Flor suggested we’d have “themed” selfie. So after Tabing Dagat, we had Tabing Boulevard. From Bacong, we “trekked” early to Dumaguete. Except for Mark and Franee, everyone went on foot to get some sunrise & breakfast in Dumaguete.
Because we are “young and full of energy,” we decided to do another “trek” at Casaroro Falls in Valencia. I think everyone were not first-timers to this falls except for Karla and I.
If you pick a man, pick a man who will not only pick you up, but also pick up some trash.
Lunch was at a Plaza in Valencia. They have this sort of “al fresco” foodstrip, which is probably part of their market, only it’s facing some sort of a park and the Church, and there lots of big trees around which tamed the heat.
Then it was a rush of prepping up for the wedding which was to bein 3:30pm. And an award should be given to “yayafab” Flor for glamourizing us all, including her self in such a short time span. Well, we’re not that hard to beautify. 🙂
The wedding venue at Tierra Alta was so romantic. It was in a clubhouse of some fancy subdivision in Valencia which was on top of a hill facing Mt. talinis. Their view is so pretty it’s not FREE. @.@
When Franee & Karla arrived, we all then proceeded to the airbnb house we rented in Bacong, Negros Oriental. It’s the town next to Dumaguete. The house is some 300 meters away from a beach.
I’d been doing this 9 Mondays visit to nanay’s tomb. And, I tried to insert visiting some “living” people along the way: relatives or friends. Because I kind of realized that i don’t want to wait for people to be dead before I visit them.
I started the day alone. Mark’s injured, some kind of a sprain. So I ran alone. Well, Not really alone because the Villa’s dog was with me. 🙂
Anyhow, the Boulevard of Pilar was probably the highlight of this day. There’s this small carenderia-by-day and BBQ-by-night place which served the best halo-halo in Siargao. Of course, it’s the only halo-halo I tasted in the island. And as a travel food blogger would say, “it’s a must thing to do in Siargao.”
So before we leave, she advised us again to maybe come back in the afternoon or dinner time so we could witness a tsunami. I’ll definitely come back — not for tsunami — but for this, halo-halo, the view, and her tsunami stories.
Photos for the rest of Day 3:
Everyone was hang loose: the people, the beach / place, the barefoot/ers, the vibes. It would feel out of place to be not one.
is being in the airport, lounging, that feeling that you’re going off somewhere, people-watching. It’s like you’re waiting for climax.