Hungry in Carcar

If there is one food Cebu is known for, it is undeniably their lechon. Coming from the town of Simala, we had the sudden urge to search for the flavor we crave so we headed to a nearby city, Carcar. And there, we sate our appetite with a local lechon to-go.


Carcar City Public Market’s Lechon stalls

DSC_7178Carcar is also Cebu’s capital of footwear business.


All white picks. Supporting local quality goods!

DSC_7181Our dinner to-go which we feasted on at the Shoe Center:

  • Puso (Cebu’s variety of local rice cooked on woven coconut leaves)
  • Lechon (CEBU LECHON, finally!)
  • Buko Juice (Surprisingly, a perfect combo!)
  • Soda (panulak lang, wala kaming tubig)
A closer peek

A sentiment from 3 years ago,

Our recent visits to the farm had been overwhelming. The splash of mud, rich colors of fruits, and the scent of peace. Unexpectedly seeing harvests bring simple joys to the craving of the body and soul. Back to the days when I was younger, this place had always been a place close to my heart. In a few more weeks, I know what I will definitely be longing for.

The big city is nothing compared to the solace of home.

Views of Cebu

(Cebu, Philippines | November 2017)
This is another Cebu blog.

On a bright, sunny day, my cousin and I took a habal-habal to explore the city. Habal-habal is a local motorcycle ride which hires a driver to accompany renters to their desired destination. Normally, a motorcycle can accommodate 2 passengers. But, in some cases, locals think of many creative ways to cater a large number of riders. Locals (particularly, another cousin) suggested this is the most convenient choice for two tourists like us.

Prepared with shawls and backpacks, I never thought of anything I’d miss but the guts to hold tight on the backseat of the motorcycle which will climb the hilly roads of Busay! FYI, no helmets on. We were hesitant at first but we just had to. At that moment, all I could think of is: “This is going to be an adventure of a lifetime!” .

And to conclude the experience, it definitely was. I can’t think of any other way to have relished that day.

(Besides, who am I to talk if I am in a developing country and am jeproks enough?)

For the price of PhP 400, we ticked off 4 destinations:

  • Sirao Flower Farm

  • Terrazas de Flores

  • Temple of Leah

  • Tops Lookout (which was a long hike! Instead of enduring the walk, we decided to sit on a bench for a while, then called it a day.)


Given the fact that flower farming is a budding (pun intended) industry in the town, we took the chance to visit 2 flower farms during the trip. It was captivating to see places in the country create a fresh vibe with flowerbeds in a variety of floral species. This is a new sight to the Filipinos. Terrazas de Flores is groomed by a local university making it home to plant information, too. Located in a gated knoll which requires quite a hike through its outdoor steps, Terrazas possesses a splendor landscape. As I gasp for breath on every step, the cool breeze relieved my exhaustion. On every head-turn, a plant is labelled with its designated names, commonly and technically. There are also cabanas perfect for stopovers during the hike. Amidst the flourishing flora, a small, lovely cafe has smitten our company. Terrazas was serene.

Sirao Flower Farm, on the other hand, is a fun playground for tourists looking for photogenic portraits and alike. Surrounded by the vivid colors of Celosia flowers and garden decor, the place poses festive and giddy influence to its visitors.

Then, Temple of Leah, a picturesque attraction which boasts towering ceilings and Grecian columns, is also a must-visit. Photos taken in the temple appeared impressive. Just to add, the temple signifies a romantic gesture of a husband’s love for his wife.

This sums up our drive uphill. We left the prides of the flatland to travel via jeepneys and cabs.

A destination we missed from the habal-habal ride was Cebu Taoist Temple. It is also located uphill, in one of the city’s villages. Tourists are allowed to enter the premises, but not the temples. From a distance, I observed the Chinese do their daily rituals and traditional dancers performed on the grounds.


An escape down south

My wandering feet are of perpetual itch as I was relieved from my academic responsibilities. Back in November, I had my first ever travel down to the Queen City of the South. It was a breath of fresh air – basically, a lot of firsts. My greedy self seeking for independence felt surreal throughout this journey. I boarded a plane by myself, explored a foreign land with my cousins, and experienced a new culture in my own country.

A view of Cebu from Chateau de Busay
Sun setting in Cebu

Flying to Cebu was a different story. I came to cover for my parents in a wedding ceremony in Busay, then, my journey continues to Carcar and Oslob.

On my first day, one thing has astonished the tourist in me – its people’s faith. Being the oldest city in the Philippines, Cebu harbors a number of Catholic churches in the country. It was moving to witness a population savor the songs of their faith so naturally.


(I also had my turn to see Magellan’s Cross. Off my bucket list!)


I admire Cebu for its richness in history and culture. Walking on its soil is a travel through time – a mix of old and new. I finally set foot on the places I read on my textbooks, my younger self would have thanked me.

The Exams

I have already filed for my board exams which will be on August. Papers are all settled now, except the examinee herself, me.

I have been in complete anxiety. From the day I got into review classes until the days of my idleness, self-doubt and overconfidence foist as opposing sentiments to my conscience. Uncertain if my preparation is enough, if time is wisely used, if studying is still on track. But then, there have been chances when time is not even an issue that I can still afford to write this.

I would very much hate to compare my progress with others’ because I know (Given my high levels of anxiety) I will only lose productivity.

In need of comfort, I prayed the Rosary as I was traveling to PRC yesterday. It was one of the traffics I appreciated because I wanted to finish the prayer before alighting. In asking the Mother’s mercy and guidance, I humbly found peace. My heart was full. A different kind – I am filled with grace.

I felt like I have a definite purpose.

“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:18

All these circumstances, be it within myself or from the voices of others, I lay my faith to You.


Being raised in a distant barrio in the outskirts, my life was simple. I adored the flowers at our garden and the jets that flew above to draw on the sky. I also remember when my playmates were Tatay and my dogs. I liked talking. Or maybe I liked conversing but not with the people as young as I was. I used to be shy when I was growing up. I had no friends who come over at our house or anyone to call after school. Our television had no cable network so I was clueless about that Blue’s Clues Show.

As I was exposed to more people, I adapted to new cultures. I tried to fit in but eventually got tired of it. It was fun to broaden my network, but I found no fulfillment from it. A world that is unlikely for someone like me. Something that does not make one deeply happy.

Through the years, despite having people to call, I still find shelter in blogs instead of people.