Isabela is the second largest province in the Philippines, located in the Northern Luzon.
It boasts being one of the top 10 richest provinces in the country. One article from an In-flight magazine of a local airline enumerated the beauty of Isabela. This was yet another chronicle for me as it is (again) my first time to set eyes on a very interesting part of the country. I was smiling to realize I have gone from end to end of the 7,101 islands.
From Tuguegarao to General Santos City except for Batanes and Tawi – Tawi which happens to occupy their own places in my list as well. A dream I promise to my papa to fulfill. Even if he is no longer here, each travel, I felt his contentment. I picture him from the heavens smiling proudly at me. I guess he’d always knew I was wishing to be with him and my mom every time I travel just like the old days, when he used to clasped me in his arms if i’m already tired walking.
During our trip, each and every corner was picturesque, as if they’re waiting anytime to be captured. Which I lovingly did. As the saying goes: A picture is worth a thousand words.
Our hotel in Isabela. It was said that the presidents daughter stayed here during their campaign.
Longganiza served for breakfast and we seem not to get tired of it.
I can almost taste the sweetness of being home. One town to go.
We had lunch in this homey place called Kusina Cagayana.
I am learning a few ilocano words for d past days. wow I’m bilingual. I learned some Cebuano words too! I hope to learn some Indian, Brazilian, Vietnamese, Turkish and Dutch words too. Who knows? Oh the dreamer in me! (–,)
Along the way, we spotted a rainbow…good omen. (–,)
Topping this off. Allan brought us to this popular cake shop down Cabanatuan, Nueva ecija.
Allan brought us to Edna’s Cake land. It’s like an envoi after a few days of tiring though exciting trip by land. All his claims came to life. the long queue line of shoppers. diners and the colorful yummy looking pastries to choose from. We had our bagful of goodies meant to be brought home for loved ones.
They also have buko pies, siopao, pastas, sandwiches and specialty cakes. Since I am confident to recommend this: I am posting their FB page:
-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.
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