SIQUIJOR | San Isidro Labrador Parish, and Lazi Convent

A witness to to the old Spanish settlement of Siquijor, The San Isidro Labrador Church, and Lazi Convent at Siquijor stood at an open lawn of Acacia spreading it’s foliage framing it against the light shade of blue, and wisps of clouds in the sky that day.
The San Isidro Labrador Parish was established in August 8, 1857. The church was constructed in 1882, and completed by 1884.
A year after, the Bell Tower was completed in 1885. It was not until 1887 that the Convent constructed started, and was completed in 1891.

I like the fron t door of the parish, even though at the time of our visit the church was close for renovation of some sort. Only a few minor restoration process, I guess.

The Lazi Convent stands at the other side of the road from the San Isidro Parish. It is one of the biggest convent in the country, and it is used as San Isidore the Farmer Catholic School.

We could only take a few shots though. One reason that I might visit Siquijor again, and maybe on the second trip, take my time during the island rounds.

We didn’t stay long, just enough to look around, and light a candle, and say our prayers. It was the first church in the series of churches, and chapels for our rounds.

Check out the rest of the Siquijor Series:
Transportation Guide | How To Get There Directions
Lugnason Falls
Lazi’s 400 Year Old Enchanted Balete

Confessions of a Single Filipina Traveler

I sometimes question myself why I do what I do, and how the heck did I get into it so deep. But the thing is, travel is something one can not shake off, something that only one could suppress as long as one can, and one can only find enough excuses not pursue it until you run out of reasons not to.

Understand and Live With It — That You’re a Filipina traveling by herself.

Two things I am practicing to be good at. My pursuits of travel has entertained the rebel in me, and so far, the rebel is well preoccupied. Filipino traditions stems deeply in my family, and in as much as I want to feed my wanderlust, I always felt the need to lessen my family’s worries and make them understand that I am in good hands. Even if it means that these are but my own. So much as I try to be understanding of how other Filipinos look at me when they find me wandering by myself. I try to understand with that those judging eyes are of concerns, and full of questions, I try not push my familiar to the norms of the society I grew out of.
Not every Filipino family is as understanding when it comes to having their dalagitas traveling. You will meet them on the road, but do not judge them unfairly — they are but only concern for your safety. Sometimes it tests one’s patience on trying to answer those probing questions. But take it to your advantage, because after all, people are more accommodating to solo female travelers than they are of males.

Braving Up.

Of which people think I am good at but I really am not. By the time I already find myself in transit and hitting the road, I’m mentally puking my insides out from seer excitement, and the same level of fear. Even after finding myself in bus terminals waiting for the bus to arrive, on local markets searching for something to fill my stomach, or, mostly, on plane, or bus rides when I have the window to myself — I find myself asking, “Why the heck am I doing this?”
I wish I could, in words, or in photos, describe how it truly feels going out with a pack on my back. But the thing is it takes one to fill her own shoes, and step them out on that road to understand, and know how it feels — and not just bank on what others say, or what is read. For now, theory keeps most inspired, and the application is just waiting at a bend when one gathers enough resources, and has worked up enough nerves to try it, the least. How is it that we find comfort in the unknown is probably the innate nature of humans to learning, and immersing oneself into something new. When it becomes too overwhelming to shrug off, you learn to try to brave up for something you want. On this case, it’s travel.  No, travel is not only for the bravest of the brave. It is for people who are willing to push beyond their comfort zones, and those few who try to put up brave front because she needs to.

Stay in love.

Most of the time I do not have a road map, and just make one as I go. I know, I am a terrible traveler by that alone. I know that it sounds stupid, but I’m counting on my stars to align, and point my way as I travel. So I am much as an dreamer, than I am an idealist. And sometimes, it gets bad on the road, and going off solo can be tiresome. Ask any traveler you know, they will tell you traveling can be draining but they will also tell you that it is more rewarding than it is.
Stay in love — with yourself, family, and friends, and be humbled by your blessings, and the gift of travel. I know it sounds cliche, and to stand-offish. But one has to draw inspiration from somewhere right? For now it is that. I may never be as open as others are with their hearts on their sleeves. The best that you can wring out from me is that one needs to be inspired, because traveling is only glorious in perspective — at some point. And the rest you need to get your mojos refilled somewhere, somehow.
We may not be single for the rest of our lives. Even with foreign culture’s influences we will always be a Filipina — culture, skin, and all. And our type of travels may change because travel lifestyle is relative to ones status quo. We may not always as brave as most people are in the same lifestyle as ours but we can get by with just a gentle push from our alter ego.
So you’re a single Filipina who loves, or would love to travel — EMBRACE IT!


BUKIDNON | Meeting the Manobo Tribe Kids at Pangantucan

So far it has been nearly four weeks after my 12 day jaunt at Palawan. What I thought would be my last travel before doing a travel haitus for the rest of the year was jinxed by a message from a travel buddy I’ve also just come to befriended on the road. Before, in the middle, and right before my Palawan trip ended, I got several messages for a standing invite for — GIVE Project to Manobo Tribe children at Pigtauranan, Pangantucan, Bukidnon. Travel was a bonus, delivering gifts was the highlight.

There is more traveling than just seeing new places, and making new friends. For some, traveling has become so rewarding that they give back. The GIVE Project started at Ifugao initiated by Heiz Ramos [Journeying Pinay] with the efforts to deliver school supplies, slippers, and treats to schools at far flung communities. The success of the GIVE Ifugao led to another project took nearly a year to realize. So in a heart beat, only after two nights of comfortable sleep in my familiar sheets, I set out to Cagayan de Oro to meet with H for GIVE Bukidnon with two other travel bloggers Tupe [Trekero], and Bon [Con Tour Blog].

Lake Napalit, Pigtauranan, Pangantucan, Bukidnon


It was nearly lunch, and the threat of grey, and heavy looking clouds did not stop us. After 2 hours travel from Iligan to Cagayan de Oro City, 3 hours of sleep at a hotel, another 3 hours travel to Valencia, Bukidnon, ~2 hours of last minute shopping for the kids, and (yes we are still not at location) 2 hours by van, and another ~1 of rough road ride, we finally saw Lake Napalit where the community we were visiting was situated at. Soon enough we found ourselves frenzy packing, and arranging the items at a single room school, without chairs, and a broken blackboard that would break anybody’s heart.
I think I left my mojo somewhere. Somehow I got stuck on August, and never got pass it. So I rudely interrupt my train of thought on this post just to let this nagging other thought out, and get back to the topic in photos.
I hope you do not mind.



You know the feeling of trying to brave up a front, and swallowing the forming feeling of bursting into tears. The rest of the day was of that. So I am a crybaby.
With these faces, and their beautiful eyes of innocence, who wouldn’t be?






Kuya Bon was patient letting the kids try out the slippers that would fit them.

Tupe had this spot to himself as he watches a few times when we handed the kids the school supplies, foods, and slippers.


And Journeying Pinay was always all smiles.


By mid-afternoon we were nearly out of stocks on slippers, and it broke our hearts to find that we could not fit a new pair of slippers on some of the children’s  feet. But we were comforted by the school teacher that burst into tears with overwhelming happiness in knowing that they were not forgotten no matter how far-flung their community is.


To the Givers, and the people behind the GIVE Project, may your lives be blessed more, your soles bring you farther, your hearts to care more for others, and may you be inspirations to give back.


 “There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged
to find how you yourself have altered.” –  Nelson Mandela