Month: March 2014

Nostalgic Syndrome of Travel

She is kneeling down on the edge of the pew, bowing her head and clasping her hands tightly as the bells resonate inside the holy temple. Her white veil dangles on the side of her face, concealing her eyes, allowing a ray of sunlight to touch her cheeks. Slowly, she strokes her deformed left arm, looking forlorn. She gradually lifts her chin, makes the sign of the cross, and gently, she pulls herself back to the wooden bench seat. Read more →

Strangers in a Journey to Taal Volcano

My eyes were glued to the aqua emerald stillness of the lake. Feathery white clouds sailed through the clear blue sky, softening the rays of the sun touching my cheeks. On a beautiful morning atop the crater of the world’s smallest active volcano, I was sitting on a rust-colored cliff, adoring the magnificence of such a tiny yet powerful wonder. Read more →