Ilocos Sur…


The night we spent in Laoag was a night filled with excitement as to where we gonna go first once we reached Vigan.

We woke up early not seeing the sun shining yet and readied ourselves to hit the bus station and hopped on the first one bound to Vigan. We reached the historical city early morning and we opted to literally walk the whole city.

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Said some prayers here..(–,)
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We opted to walk than ride on them…

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We got our hotel, immediately unpacked, and went around the famous blocks. Every corner was a sight to behold.

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Calle Crisologo..

But first we have to get our breakfast. We found a cozy resto with an old feel that serves the best hot choco in town. I must admit. We had Vigan longaniza for the ___th time. ahaha!

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A painting of Crisologo street at Cafe Uno…

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Cups and cups and cups…

cafe uno

cafe uno

I especially enjoyed the museum. It felt like we’re back in time. So many beautiful things feeding our soul with so much appreciation.

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Vintage carousel…
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And another…with touches of colonial patterns..
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They bake their breads in their “pugon”…It’s oven in English.
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Receiving area of an old mansion turned museum..
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I’m scared to look at the mirror, paranoid to see someone else behind me. ehehehe..
nice arch
Multiple arch..
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Luna’s Spolaruim.. a reproduction, the original I guess is in a museum in Manila…
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Souvenir shops..

Even Mcdonalds architecture is themed.

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How can we forget to buy some shirts and ref magnets from one of the Souvenir shops.

Time flew so fast. It’s lunch time at Leona’s. This is the famous restaurant just beside the church. And the first one you will notice like a focal point with a promise that there’s more to see.

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We then proceed to the Bell tower. The last in our itinerary.

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Much as we wanna stay longer to explore more, realizing how Vigan is as lovely as Laoag, we need to rush to the airport.

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Ilocos Sur gone green! (–,)

And while waiting for our plane. We spent it taking pictures since the airport is also themed like a requisite fad to preserve its’ rich history.

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Sitted on a bench, we chatted like kids about this experience as if we weren’t together for the whole time.

Oh, that’s while munching the famous Vigan empanada.

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…That we got from here…

It dawned on me that such simple pleasure can turn out so great if spent with special people whom you’ve known for the longest time and who knows you just the same. Looking forward to more beautiful places with my soul buddy! Dolce vita!

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-An only daughter. A mother of an 18 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! Though, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow, blue as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food as well, along w/ broccoli, prawns and mushrooms. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. As I used to write even when I was a teenager, and I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost my father a year before and I guess in one way or another, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son and mother, as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is so negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for them, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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