A visit to Padre Gaspar

Padre Gaspar is located in Biliran province, a 30-minutes hike from Brgy. Hugpa (if its sunny)... hiking after  rainy days might took a little longer because you'll pass through rice fields which can be slippery. So I recommend visiting Padre Gaspar in summer or any sunny days. Aside from passing through rice fields, you'll pass through various rivers and it can be fun dipping in a cold water after a long hike from the holy mountain.

Nichy with the children  from  Brg. Hugpa Biliran

rice field

Si Manoy Rodel oh...maau kaau mu.balance....^_^

Passing through the river...lamig... sarap maligo...

at last...in Padre Gaspar

The Biliran bridge

It is in vain to expect our prayers to be heard,
if we do not strive as well as pray.

There is a vast difference between saying prayers and praying.



In prayer, it is better to have a heart without words
than words without a heart.



how about that?

how about a dip?

go with the flow...

a hidden gem...

Bunga, Cabucgayan, Biliran

I always love to go back to my province.

Nichy with super lolo and super lola

Ang baet no? ^_^

Jackfruit baby!

yummy!

green mango... mmmm...

ang bahay ni lolo at lola

I'll be back for sure. 

Cj Bane: Sto.Nino shrine and heritage museum in Tacloban Ci...

Cj Bane: Sto.Nino shrine and heritage museum in Tacloban Ci...: Here are some pictures of our visit to Sto.Nino shrine in Tacloban City. The shrine is one of the 29 presidential rest houses of the late Pr...

Sto.Nino shrine and heritage museum in Tacloban City

Here are some pictures of our visit to Sto.Nino shrine in Tacloban City. The shrine is one of the 29 presidential rest houses of the late President Ferdinand Marcus had built and it was built for his wife Imelda Marcos and thus consired the number 1 tourist spot in Tacloban.

A chapel dominates the ground floor with the image of Sto. Niño as focal point. Elevated by 2-3 steps on the peripheral are 13 guest rooms, each with varied motifs representing the different regions of the country. On the second floor is a very spacious ballroom as well as the bed chambers of the former First Family.Inside the mansion you can find some collections of paintings of historical events in Leyte. The shrine was also a palace during the Marcos regime, with Olympic-size swimming pool, state dining rooms, about 13 guest rooms and private bedrooms for Imelda, Ferdinand and their children. Imelda's bathroom was luxurious and larger than many Filipino homes. The place is filled with antique ceramics, pottery and collectibles. Imelda stayed there only once.

The guest rooms are each in a different theme; a little touch that I really like was that each room had a signed picture of Ferdinand, and a diarama showing Imelda performing some beneficial act or another.

The whole house was furninshed with a multitude of antiques from around the world, you can find Austrian mirrors in almost every room of the mansion.  It also became a repository of the Marcos' collections - chandeliers from Czech Republic, mirrors from Austria, tiles from Italy, jars from China, floor carpets from Argentina, among others.

http://www.taclobanhotels.com/STO-.--NINO-SHRINE-AND-HERITAGE-MUSEUM.htm

 

Si Malakas at si Maganda...

Ferdinand Marcos bedroom with an authentic wall leather from
Italy

Si Malakas at si Maganda carved with Narra tree

Imelda Marcos bedroom

Wanted! Chester was planning to take some of the stones ^_^

Stairyway to heaven....

First experience in Philippines

When I visited again Philippines I took my fiance with me who has not been to Philippines. When we arrived in Tacloban the very first thing he noticed was the jeep full of people hanging and even sitting on the roof.

He laughed so loud and he said "Wow, they are so brave. I will never dare to do it". Until then Nichy was so fascinated with jeepneys and even tricycles. The very first time Nichy rode tricycle we were with my cousin, brother and my sister in law. Nichy asked me first "Are we five going to ride one tricycle? Are we gonna fit?" I said "Yes. Don't worry. It will be fun". Then Nichy asked the tricycle driver "Kuya, are we gonna be okay?" Then driver gave a big laugh and "Yes sir. No worry"

After the tricycle trip Nichy told me "My butt hurts but it was fun". My brother, cousin and sister-in-law told Nichy "Kuya Nichy...its only in the Philippines".

 

 

a full jeepney in Naval Biliran

going home from Casabangan falls

a little "poso" experience

looking for some shells

....and now Nichy is looking forward to go back again to Philippines. Why not? Am looking forward too.
 

Cabucgayan is my home

I MISS MY HOME TOWN

I miss my families. When I was home I keep thinking I need to move out. I want to live on my own and escape from my parents sermon. I do love my parents but sometimes when its too much I can't help but wish to go far far away in never never land to be with Peter Pan and The Lost Boys fighting against Capt. Hook and live the life I wanted . Now, here I am living somewhere in Northpole with Santa Clause ^_^ and longing to be with my family again. I miss the sermon. Being far away with my family helps me more to appreciate their worth as a part of me. I'll be seing them soon. I love you all.

I miss my friends. Friends from Elementary, High School and College. Friends I care. Friends who care for me (hopefully theres one). Friends I fought a lot. Friends who I hated (a long long time ago), friends who hated me and who still hates me . Friends who always understand my childish attitude. Friends who I borrowed money (thank you)...and friends who borrowed from me who until now haven't paid me yet (tsk...tsk..tsk)... Friends whom I shared secrets with. What secret? uh...uh... that will be a secret. Friend who is near and far. Friends who I fall in "love" with...Booom!!!Paboto!... Friends who completes Pearly's roller coster life. Miss you all... hope you miss me somehow... Ö.Ö

I miss the festivals. Fiestas. Fiestas. Fiestas. Fiestas. Beers. Food. Disco. Drunk people everywhere. During this celebration, here happens the first kiss (kilig)... the last kiss (ouch!)... not only that... Sex happens...lol...no offend.. (heaven for the first time and prepare for the next big responsibility when eggs mets sperm ^__^ bow!)... and more, more fun but the most unforgettable one is HANG-OVER the next day plus sermon again from parents...

I miss the food. Oh God! Who would not miss the province food? Fresh and cheap and cooked by what I called the Master Chef ... mother and father.

I miss watching jeepneys and busses full of students on the roof... YES! you read it right!

Students used to ride jeepneys and busses going to school and going home. Why? because it's fun and sometimes students gets cheaper fare so they save some of their allowance.

I miss watching group of teenagers hanging out in the bakery shop or outside the school campus and waiting for their "crush" to pass by (naks). Group of teenagers planning to visit one of the waterfalls or one of the beaches and not to mention bringing along with them is the teenagers best-friend REDHORSE...but nowadays its upgraded...they bring Vodka! (sosyal ug mga tinae. peace!) and when they get there they got drunk and express more of their feelings. Mostly they're drinking because they were broken hearted or just simply to prove that they're old enough to drink or for fun (and when they get home expect sermon from  the parents).

I miss watching people working... hardworking people driving pedecabs, motor... driving for busy commuters for their everyday routine...mostly driving students who cut their classes to stroll around...fishermen preparing for the fishing net... staying the whole night in the sea hoping to catch plenty of fish to sell the next morning. People planting rice...teachers preparing to go to school to fail or pass their students (peace to all maam and sir ^_^) and to all the hard working people in province... a big appreciation to you all.

I miss my home town. I miss everything there whether its painfull memories or happy memories. I love my life now but that doesn't mean I'm turning my back from the place where I grow up, which became part of who I am now and a part of me still belongs there.

If there is a place where I can call home that would be Cabucgayan.

I miss the simple life in province. No stress at all. People have always time to gossip each others life...lol. It may not be a positive attributes but hey! I do miss the gossips....hahah.. I love to listen how people always exagerate the stories...Oh God Bless them.

Off to go to Nyhavn Copenhagen

from a distance, looking through the Copenhagen opera house



Nyhavn...imagine that on summer.