Last November, we trooped to the mountain city of San Pablo (home to many quaint spots really!) and found this heritage and farm resort called Sitio de Amor. If you like to chill in garden, by the pool (natural or man-made, your choice) surrounded by trees (stay in a Balinese treehouse even!), and take in some history as well, smell old woods and fill your greenery dose, check out this place. More about it + more hi-res photos via link in bio ✨
Finding time to write these days (but still finding more time to procrastinate) and first up are a few things about my trip to #Batanes last November. Just published a photo essay on #stonehouses (and their charming doors and windows). Link in bio
A whole year was drawing to a close when I found these dried foliage in between pages of a book, some notes and a pouch. They came from places these leaves called home and I extracted them from it: to remind, to remember and to inspire motion from another home.
School kids suddenly ambled around the Tukon Chapel (or Mt Carmel chapel as others call it) that early morning. The morning smelled of cogon, wind from the Pacific and wet wood from the construction inside the church.
And I'm back, from the home of the winds, the hills and the grazing cows. Back, too, from a self-demanded social media fast, that helped tune out noise and drama while I try to train attention to the essentials. I am starting a new journey and Batanes generously obliged to let me sample the taste of freedom: salty and howling.