Would you dare to travel with your family?

Would you dare to travel with your family?

So as you have read my last blog, my family and I just came from a vacation at my father’s province. Well, to be honest, I am a different person when traveling with my family and traveling with friends or my boyfriend. Maybe because I feel like my actions are being monitored by my family and I have to act the way I should be. No wild reactions, no nasty comments, no PDA with the boyfriend, and all those stuff. The funny part was, we argue before we left our house and even discussed about what route we had to take while on our way. And, we push through our vacation without concrete itinerary and back-up plans. It was kinda stressful at first but I realised while we were headed home that spending vacation with family is something that we should always treasure. Here are some of my lists why:

It makes our bond stronger than ever.  Despite our non-stop arguments and fighting before and during our vacation, we were able strengthen our relationship towards each through understanding the differences of every member of the family. and I believe that those circumstances make a family grow stronger together.

It might not happen again any time sooner. My mother told me once that, “you should come with us because this might not happen again”. That’s the time when I decided to be with my family on any kind of occasion or activity we are dong. Our parents are not getting any younger and might not able to travel more often and sooner or later our siblings may have their own walk of life too. Well, that would make hard to gather all at once, right?

We get to discover interesting things about our family. Even we grew up with our family around and we thought that we knew everything about them, there are still certain things that we seldom know about them. Mine was when we were on a boat ride at night, and my father told me that he memorised all the stars visible in the eyes. Even the horoscopes like Sagittarius, Taurus, Scorpio, and everything? Dang, he pointed at me from North to South! I love my Papa so much and he amazed me in every different ways.

We are able to share our stories and adventures with our family.  I am a private person when it comes to my family. I don’t get to share everything with them not unless I am too excited to tell everything. Then our vacation gave us a way to talk about our different experiences in our whereabouts. My parents shared their experience while traveling back when we are still babies and how it scared them. They even told us where the exact place things happened. It’s a great way to develop strong bond.

Lastly,

We build trust towards each other. No need to elaborate but trust is the foundation of all.

Well, that may be few of things I realised traveling with family but for me, those are the most important notes I will always remember.

“Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind” – Lilo & Stitch

My older sister's family.
My older sister’s family.

My Mama and grandchild.
My Mama and grandchild.

Younger sister and Papa.
Younger sister and Papa.

The whole gang.
The whole gang.

My sisters and nephew!
My sisters and nephew!

Love at first sight, but never the second sight.

Love at first sight, but never the second sight.

A week ago, we visited our first hometown during our childhood days which was located at the southern part of Luzon, Bicol. My sister and I grew up with the beach just right behind our home. Our playground was the seashore, our toys were the seashells and the sand, and our pool was the sea. That is why maybe I have this intimate relationship with the ocean now that I am older.

Our itinerary was to visit the famous yet non-mainstream virgin island located at the Burias Island, the Sombrero Island. We had to cross the ocean for three hours with a boat ride from the locals. Before we decided to go there, I already did a little research about the island. Only few of travel enthusiasts and bloggers I am familiar with visited the island maybe because it’s too far and consume time. Anyway, the blogs about the island were convincing enough that anyone who reads it would itch to reach the island, even me! I went crazy convincing our parents to visit the island because of its beauty. And it never disappoint me as soon as we were just about to dock in the island. Just from far away, it was already capturing my “mermaid” heart. I can’t wait to dip into the water and drown myself with the crystal clear water of the island! White sand was covering the island shore and the coconut trees in the middle of the island made it even more beautiful. I was so astonished by the creation of our God! Plus, the sea water was not even salty and painful in the eyes. It was perfect. Every visitor could enjoy the peaceful, quiet, and serene island very far from those famous and mainstream islands I have known in the country. I got mesmerised by the beauty of the island. Untouchable. The sand was fine as powder and there were little rocks and pebbles that were white too.

It was our lucky day because it seems like we rented the whole island. No one except for us and the caretaker of the nipa hut houses was on the island which we enjoyed it even more. I fell in love with the island I may say. But as we were exploring the island, my father went in the middle of the sea (it was still low tide then) and spent for like 15 minutes there. As he went back to us, he told us that the resources in the island were gone. What he meant by that was the corals and fishes living around the island. He saw that the corals in the middle of the sea were already dead and destroyed. Disclaimer: My Father is a seaman for his entire life. And it was destroyed all because of dynamite fishing! For God’s sake, dynamite fishing is still alive? I cannot believe what I heard from my father. I felt like all my dreams and imaginations about the island just vanished because of what I heard. I have so much care for the nature especially the ocean and it broke my hear knowing that behind this magical and beautiful island, was brutally claimed and destroyed by human. I felt bad since then and now I see the island in a different way. An island with so much to give was only being abused by some of the fishermen. The stones that I thought were pebbles were the broken pieces of the corals. Heartbreaking it was. Then my sister recalled that she saw a smoke in the sea near the fisher boat while on our way to the island. Then it made me even more frustrated. How can these locals destroy their island’s own beauty? Who to blame for giving these fishermen the choice of bombing the sea’s prestigious possession? Is it the poverty? Is it the little knowledge of the fishermen regarding the proper fishing?  Or is it the government who didn’t make sure to guard the ocean and educate the people?

If they did not destroy the island’s hidden gift, maybe, just maybe, they could have profit more from it. Tourists could scuba dive or snorkel around the island which adds to attraction of the island and gain more visitors. From that, locals living near that island could make profit from the tourists.

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 preset
The island from afar is the Sombrero Island

IMG_1591 IMG_1597

DCIM100GOPROGOPR1711.

DCIM100GOPROGOPR1381.
Sand bar of Sombrero island
DCIM100GOPROGOPR1377.
Coral pieces on the sand

Sad, but that’s the reality. We cannot bring back the corals that were destroyed. As the saying goes, “the damage has been done” and there’s no other way to prevent the abusing of the island but to stop these local fishermen using dynamite fishing. NO TO DYNAMITE FISHING! STOP DYNAMITE FISHING!

Why I’m not happy after college?

Why I’m not happy after college?

It has been three months today since I walked down the aisle of the plenary hall wearing my baccalaureate toga to receive my certificate of graduation and medal for being Cum Laude. It was one magical and unbelievable moment in my life because after four years in college, I will finally be landing on my dream job and be financially independent which is the best thing after college. 

Disclaimer: even before our graduation day came, I was able to find a work on a project base basis advertising agency. 

So going back, as I was walking down the aisle, thoughts were popping out on my mind. First, after this very long ceremony I will go back to my work and earn money. Second, after my contract in that hilarious advertising agency I will look for a job that will satisfy my passion, traveling. And third, since I was already employed, I am once step ahead from my batch mates and besides graduating as Cum Laude is an advantage. I know, I was a little bit competitive but who could’ve blame an excited soon-to-be working adult? Graduation day ended and and ready to go back to work. But then I realised I was not happy on what really I was doing. Everyday when I come to the office, I would first go to the bathroom and cry then ended up praying. Praying that hopefully this contract will end soon. I was not really happy then. My heart was not on what I was doing the entire time and I was just fooling myself because of my ego: “I have a job right after college, that means I am on my road to success” and that’s how it supposed to be, right? Well, that ego brought me to the job that doesn’t really aligned with my degree and most importantly my passion. I go to work like a robot trying to finish everything as soon as I can because I want to go home early and lay on my bed. Then, I began to realise the advice of my witty friend, Getting a job right after college won’t define your self-worth” which is damn true! When I got hired, I felt different about myself in a vey best way but it didn’t last longer than I expected. Days went by and I felt like I don’t belong here though my workmates were easy to get along with. I felt like a trying hard idiot competing everyone I know at my age but still ended up being a loser. I became the person that is seeking for self-worthiness because I lost it when I thought I had it by the time I had my job. Being a degree holder is something that could boost your self-esteem on a greater value. And it’s not bad at all. But what’s after that? Find yourself a job that could suffice your self-worth? What if it’ll take too long? Would you settle on something that couldn’t make you happy? Now this is what I am realising after almost two months of not working. Stretching my arms and embracing whatever God has planned for me.