For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. (Matthew 7:8)
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...after seven years of roaming the world in different directions, all five of us found some common free time for six days last August to try each other on again for size.
8 and 9 June 2007. When editor Kristin Llerin asked me to write about Boljoon for the Cebu Yearbook, I asked, "Why ME?". I'd just written an article on it a few months before for the Lifestyle page (supposedly, it was what inspired the Yearbook editors to feature Boljoon in the yearbook), and I felt I had written all I had in me to write about Boljoon, after years of yearning for it. I'd explored all I wanted to. It was a closed book, as far as I was concerned. "Because you like to travel!" she said. Fine. It was MY Boljoon, after all, so I thought it might as well be me. When I got there on a Friday morning (the first weekend of the schoolyear, and I was already on another "vacation" :P) to interview some government officials, I discovered that there was an archeological dig going on in front of its historic church, and that there were actually still a couple of places I hadn't been to...which some of the locals hadn't even heard of, eit...
lost and found by Jeneen R. Garcia to be published (or maybe not) on 26 April 2008 I don’t have a mole on either foot to prove it, but I’ve been called gypsy, nomad, and other tribes of similar occupation too often to deny it. Instead of a caravan, I have my backpack with essential clothing, toiletries, and electronic gadgets to keep me covered wherever night may catch me. If I’m moving house, I tow along my suitcase of books and diving gear as well. I’m in the middle of yet another move to another city. In the last two years, I’ve lived no longer than five consecutive months in any single place--something I didn’t realize until THIS transit. I’ve shipped my stuff from one city to another so many times that packing up has become second nature; my suitcase is always on standby for quick departures. Relocating? It’s easy: post an ad in Friendster and other social networking sites saying you’re looking for a place to live in whatever city you’re headed ...
16-18 February 2007. It was supposed to be a field trip for a physical oceanography class I wasn't even enrolled in. So yes, I got on the boat and made the motions with the drogue and the GPS to map the currents. I had wanted to go to Danjugan Island ever since I read about it in a coffee table book in 2001. But instead of Danjugan, I got to stay in the precious little island across it, owned by the tito of one of my classmates. Imagine an island all to yourself--with its own kayak, great food, three adorable dachshunds, and sunrises and sunsets all throughout the year. The pictures, I think, speak better than I can.
Astig! Astig!
ReplyDeleteyou look a lot like your mom here. :-)
ReplyDeletei like this. :-)
ReplyDeletethe eye runs in the family, literally and fuguratively ;-)
ReplyDeleteNice..... thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAshteeg nga!
ReplyDeleteHUG.
ReplyDeletelovely.
how utterly lovely for you and everyone else.
HUGS,
jemi
I actually miss my bro and sis with this photo! thanks for sharing jeen...
ReplyDeleteyou certainly are in good company with these 2 men!