The town of Kiangan in Ifugao is reached after a long drive through landscapes of forested mountains and rushing streams. I had the sense that we were far from everything else, but in truth we were but a few hours outside the bustling cities of the Cagayan Valley.
Most travelers pass through Tarlac province without a second look, save for the requisite pit stop at a roadside combo of lavatory, gas station and restaurants.
The childlike devotion of the Filipinos to the Holy Child is phenomenal and profound. Filipinos don’t seem to tire showing their love for the Holy Child. The long procession of the Congregacion del Santissimo Nombre del Niño Jesus last Sunday was proof of this. It took eight hours (3 p.m. to 11 p.m.) with 200 carrozas parading from the Philtrade to the Quirino Grandstand on Roxas Blvd.
Sayaw Pinoy is about to get bigger. Now on its 10th year, the longest-running Arts Month flagship project organized by the National Commission for Culture and the Arts, is aiming to enjoin some 35 Philippine dance groups to participate in the event and beef up audience numbers.
When you stew pork belly in dark soy, brown sugar, garlic, peppercorn, vinegar and bay leaf, then season it with bagoong alamang (fermented shrimp paste) and coconut cream, what do you get?
It seems like every year, more and more beachgoers both local and foreign find their way to Boracay, so it is a little unrealistic to expect to find a beach with no people.
What is so exciting and unique about the art of photography? With brain and hands, photography seizes the moment, captures a fragment of eternity, and preserves it forever. We immortalize beautiful sceneries and memories.
As my feet touched the Boracay sand, the aria of Grizabella from “Cats” started playing in my head as memories of old Boracay fill my weary mind. Am I getting old, or is there a new generation of tourists invading the island?
An ecumenism of musical genres and styles take center stage in this year’s 37th International Bamboo Organ Festival to be held in St. Joseph Parish Church at Las Piñas, Feb. 23-29.
My last trip to Divisoria was truly an educational experience. A person of comfort and convenience, I seldom venture beyond the Pasig River, much less to Divisoria, for fear of getting lost, stuck in traffic, or even being mugged. Divisoria, for me, is synonymous with Agoraphobia or the live set of Blade Runner.
