Alona Beach, Night and Day

Thanks to AirAsiaPH and Amorita Resort, I was able to experience the little Boracay of Panglao, Bohol.

Bohol is our home away from home, as my father was born and raised here.  And everytime we come to visit this province, a trip to Panglao is always a part of it.  We would always go to Dumaluan beach and when we were endowed to go to a resort that's fine and dandy, we would go to Bluewater Resort Panglao.

Arca's Yard for our First Stop-over in Baguio

I'll just be photo dumping snapshots from our recent food partakings at Arca's Yard, a cafe and a museum with a mini library.

It's a famous hang-out of weekenders needing to find solace from well, the busy life.  It was for it's impeccable dining-on-the-floor-with-a-view.  When you enter the compound an al fresco dining area will welcome you and on your left would be the door to the main building.

There are plenty of Instagram-worthy nooks to get cozy with, or dine with a group.

Where Basketball Meets Fun in Dining at Buendia Food by the Court

Food parks, the trending foodie destinations that are continuously putting more fun into dining.

Honestly, I've been to only one (except if you categorize Mercato Centrale as on), hence, I may not be the expert in this area, but if I need to go to one, I have a benchmark.  It has to be on the same leverage (or better) with Buendia Food by the Court.

The French Riviera in One Day: Nice, France and Monte Carlo, Monaco

Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got

It's not really an LSS kind of thing, LSS as in "last song syndrome."  The song I've Never Been to Me was really special to me, even before I became a lady.  It was popularized by Chrlene back in 1982, but I think I first heard it in 1985 and I was really young then.

A Few Reasons Why One Should Visit and Go Back to Venice, Italy

As I was writing this article, my heart missed a beat, and the dream I just woke up with kept on crippling in my thoughts.  In my dream, I was in Italy, alone somewhere, lost, flashes of conversations with Filipinos to get instructions on how to go and meet with my family were vague.

One thing is clear though, if ever I get lost in an island or somewhere, it has to be in Venice.

Venice, the floating city, "the city of mirrors, the city of mirages," "an orange gem resting on a blue glass plate," "Italy's mask," are just some famous words meant to describe this group of small islands.