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Photo Essay: The Venetian and City of Dreams, Macau

It’s “the most wonderful time of the year” and we’re miles away from home. Christmas in Oaxaca City, Mexico sort of resembles that of the Philippines’. Unfortunately, instead of getting rid of this nasty thing called homesickness, the merry atmosphere on the eve of the 24th aggravated it further more. Watching families stroll together around…

Snapshot Saturday: Feliz Navidad

Oaxaca City’s zócalo is bustling tonight, and we joined the merrymaking for a short while. We watched marching bands, folk dancers, a capoeira exhibition, and a spectacular light (projected on the cathedral’s facade!) and sound show at the main plaza. Some spectators, on the other hand, watched Luna dancing on her daddy’s shoulders instead. I…

Random 11 of 2011

2011’s a year of fulfilling dreams: Living in Baguio, visiting India, backpacking with my parents, flying our daughter overseas for the first time, and finally kicking off our round-the-world vagabonding. Each waking day, I am thankful that everything’s falling into place and we never take this opportunity for granted. The hubby and I strive hard…

Ola Mexico!

The rhythmic clickety-clack produced by man heels (you read that right!) faintly echoed across the peculiarly peaceful San Francisco International Airport at nine in the evening. It was most audible at our check-in line for Aero Mexico, where Mexicanos donning multihued snakeskin boots, leather jackets and cowboy hats turned our queue into a rodeo catwalk….

Hollywood Boulevard: A Trail Of Stars

My eyes wandered off to the glitzy signs. “Pass me a pair of stilettos please!”, I wanted to call out to the Shoe Gods. Preferably the ones Beyonce wore in her “Crazy In Love” music video. Cause yah know, a pair of hot heels befits a sashay on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Not my…

Review: Pousada de Coloane Beach Hotel, Macau

Our folks’ horrible night was over. My daughter’s harrowing day on the other hand, had just begun. The whole gang was in high spirits when we checked out of Sanva Hospederia, a century-old rundown hostel where we stayed overnight. The shabby rooms left most of us sleepless, and its resident mosquitoes marked our then seven-month…

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