hangout

Sitting on top of the world famous rice terraces is a refreshing way to hangout. It was field preparation when I was there and the view was already stunning. Must be mind-blowing then when it’s almost harvest time, when the grains ripen, painting the fields golden yellow to brown.

Just From My Window No More

I looked out the window and saw two round giant steel structures up the mountain towering over Marcos Highway. “That’s Mickey Mouse’s ears,” my older brother quipped. “Nah, those are radars on Mt. Sto. Tomas,” he tweaked with a grin. From that day on, I promised myself to one day make it there. Come rainContinue reading “Just From My Window No More”