BORACAY SUMMER IN APRIL 2026

Holy Week and the long weekend gave my husband and me, along with our kids who were on summer break, the chance to go on a quick family getaway.

It was actually a bit chaotic. We were moving out of our rented apartment and into our newly renovated two-storey little house—our very own place, our first real home. To make things even more hectic, I was on a 24-hour duty during the actual move. Then, the very next day, we were driving off to Boracay!

Despite everything, we made it work. Our bags were packed, snacks were ready, and we were excited for the trip.

During the drive, we had a few mishaps. J accidentally hit a cat that suddenly ran across the road, and our car bumper was damaged. Zeke (8 years old), who has always been prone to motion sickness during long drives—even back when we lived in Oman—vomited several times in the car. I had to change his clothes while J cleaned and washed the car floor at a gas station.

It was incredibly hot that day. We ate lunch at Mang Inasal before taking the ferry to Boracay Island. Howell doesn't like Mang Inasal, so we bought him a chicken fillet meal from the nearby 7-Eleven instead. After eating, we got our ferry tickets. Surprisingly, the process was fast and hassle-free.

Upon arriving in Boracay, we took an e-trike to our hotel. J had booked a room for two nights at Aloha Boracay Hotel. It was conveniently located in Station 2, just a 3–5 minute walk from the beach, near La Carmela de Boracay, the police station, and numerous dining options. Right in front of the hotel was a strip of pasalubong shops. We were welcomed with colorful iced drinks upon check-in.

We were given our room cards and headed to our room. It was clean and comfortable, showing a bit of wear and tear but still more than adequate for our family. The beds were comfortable, and the room was spacious enough for all five of us.

We quickly changed into our swimsuits, slathered on sunscreen, and headed straight to the beach.

Oh, how we missed Boracay.

The water was filled with green algae, but we didn't mind. The kids immediately started playing in the sand. They had come prepared with buckets and shovels and happily swam in the sea despite the slimy algae.

After a while, we got hungry. J and I went to a nearby café and ordered pizza, an ice cream bowl served in a coconut shell, and ube turon. We called the kids over to join us. After our snacks, they headed back to the beach while I returned to the hotel room to finish a presentation for work.

As evening approached, I went back to fetch them from the beach. They were already preparing to return to the hotel. On our way back, J and I grabbed iced Americanos from Illy's. Back at the hotel, everyone showered and changed into dry clothes.

For dinner, we ended up at a nearby restaurant and enjoyed various grilled dishes.

The next morning, our breakfast vouchers covered only two adults, while Zeke ate for free. I told J to bring Naj (11 years old) to breakfast while Howell (10 years old) and I found breakfast elsewhere. Howell chose McDonald's because he wanted pancakes.

Throughout breakfast, he talked nonstop about buying souvenirs and trying a family activity like the UFO ride. Excited about his plans, he eagerly reported them to his dad when we returned to the hotel.

J asked the hotel concierge about water activities. The concierge contacted a local operator who picked us up on an e-trike and brought us to the area where water sports were offered. Unfortunately, the UFO ride was not an option because the kids were considered too small and could potentially be thrown into the sea. Instead, we chose a banana boat ride.

On the way to the activity area, the boatman took some amazing video footage of our family. It looked fantastic, although Howell spent most of the time worrying that the boatman might accidentally drop my phone into the water.

The banana boat ride turned out to be one of the highlights of our trip.

Zeke was an absolute rockstar. At one point, he even tried holding on with just one hand, and I had to remind him to use both hands. Howell kept his eyes closed almost the entire time, claiming that seawater kept splashing into them. Or maybe he was just scared and didn't want to admit it!

Either way, we all had an amazing time.

Afterward, they dropped us off near Station 3. I spotted Sunnyside Café and immediately said, "Let's have lunch there!"

We waited a little while for a table, so the kids went swimming while we waited. Fortunately, it wasn't too long before a table became available. Lunch was absolutely wonderful. I would definitely return the next time we visit Boracay. It was a bit pricey, but completely worth it.

After our hearty lunch, we returned to the hotel to rest for a while.

Later that afternoon, we went souvenir shopping. Naj chose a personalized ukulele, while Howell bought a wooden frog that made a croaking sound. I honestly can't remember what Zeke chose—or maybe he decided he didn't want anything.

That evening, we watched the sunset before heading to Real Coffee for their famous calamansi muffins and coffee. We then walked all the way to Station 1, simply enjoying the atmosphere and exploring the island. The kids played in the sand while we relaxed and enjoyed the view.

For dinner, we headed to Gerry's Grill.

The next morning, after breakfast, we packed our bags and prepared for the trip back to Iloilo City. This time, I bought motion sickness chewable tablets for the kids. Thankfully, there was no vomiting during the drive home.

On the way back, J and I realized that two nights simply weren't enough for Boracay.

We're already planning to return in November for my birthday and stay a little longer—perhaps three nights and four days.

Until next time, Boracay.

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FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS

There are so many cultural sayings about friendship that people repeat as if they are facts. “After 30, your circle is closed.” “You don’t make real friends after 40.” “By midlife, the friend group is fixed.” As if meaningful connection has an expiration date. As if the people meant for you are only found in childhood or youth, and everyone else who comes later will only ever remain temporary. But the older I get, the more life quietly proves otherwise.

I think my belief in friendship began very early. I was six years old when I met my best friend in Grade 1. At that age, you do not yet understand what lifelong friendship means. You simply know you found someone you want to laugh with, sit beside, and tell stories to every day. Somehow, that little childhood friendship became one of the longest and most faithful relationships of my life. We grew up together through every imaginable life phase — different schools, different cities, different dreams, different struggles. We witnessed each other becoming daughters, women, professionals, wives, and mothers. Time changed many things around us, but somehow it never erased the friendship. If anything, time strengthened it.

What amazes me most is how some memories remain untouched by time. I still remember her old phone number until now: 70706. Better than my own, honestly. We were phone pals long before social media existed, back when friendship meant memorizing numbers by heart, waiting beside the telephone, and talking for hours about absolutely everything and absolutely nothing. There was something innocent and deeply sincere about that kind of connection. Maybe because I longed so deeply for friendship even as a young girl, I learned early how much female connection mattered to me.

But if I am being honest, my experience with female friendship was not always easy. I also remember moments in elementary school that quietly broke my heart. I remember hearing girls I thought were my friends talking about me inside bathroom stalls, realizing in that painful moment that maybe they did not truly see me the way I saw them. At that age, betrayal feels enormous. Rejection echoes loudly. Those experiences could have easily made me guarded or fearful of female friendships altogether. But somehow, despite those disappointments, I never completely lost faith in connection. Deep down, I still believed genuine friendship existed.

And thankfully, life kept proving that it does.

As the years passed, I found friendships in different chapters of my life, including seasons when I was living abroad and learning how to build a life far away from home. There is something beautiful about meeting women in unfamiliar countries who somehow become emotional anchors in your life. Even after moving cities, changing careers, and entering completely different stages of adulthood, many of those friendships remained. We stayed connected through time zones, long messages, life updates, celebrations, heartbreaks, and ordinary conversations. Looking back now, I feel deeply grateful for all the women life allowed me to meet along the way.

I also realized that meaningful friendship is not limited by age. Society often assumes women from different generations cannot truly connect because they grew up differently or are in completely different life stages. But some of the most genuine friendships in my life challenge that belief entirely. I have a dear friend who is around 15 years older than me, whose wisdom and calm presence feel grounding in ways I cannot fully explain. And I also have friends who are 15–18 years younger than me, and honestly, we get along so naturally. They bring humor, openness, perspective, and energy into my life. Sometimes age completely disappears when the connection is real.

Because real friendship is rarely about age. It is about resonance. Resonance in values, humor, emotional safety, and the quiet feeling of being understood without needing to explain yourself too much. It is about finding people whose souls somehow feel familiar to yours.

And maybe one of the biggest things I learned as a woman is this: female friendship does not have to be catty, competitive, or rooted in jealousy. I know society often portrays women as constantly comparing, gossiping, or feeling threatened by one another. But I have also witnessed something far more beautiful — women genuinely cheering for other women. Women celebrating each other’s success without envy. Women protecting each other’s softness. Women becoming safe spaces for one another. The older I get, the more I treasure these kinds of friendships. I feel incredibly blessed to be surrounded by awesome, inspiring, talented, intelligent, and like-minded women who inspire me every single day simply by the way they live their lives.

Friendship, I realized, is not something reserved only for youth. It can begin at six years old and last a lifetime. But it can also begin at 35, at 42, at 50, and beyond. Some people enter your life early and stay forever. Others arrive later, exactly when your soul needs them most. Perhaps that is the real beauty of friendship. It is not limited by age, time, distance, or generation. When hearts recognize each other, connection simply finds its way.

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I BOUGHT MY PARENTS AIR SUPPLY CONCERT TICKETS!

Last January 11, 2026, in Passi City, Iloilo, I surprised my parents with tickets to watch Air Supply live!

For the longest time, I had been wanting to take them to a concert of their favorite artists - Air Supply or Mama's all-time favorite Dionne Wardwick. They both love music — the kind that tells a story, the kind that lingers. Air Supply has always been a household favorite. 

I remember the cassette tapes and how Papa would carefully insert them into our stereo components. There would be that soft click, then suddenly the house would be filled with “All Out of Love,” “Making Love Out of Nothing at All,” “Lost in Love,” and “Even the Nights Are Better.”Sundays were almost always accompanied by Air Supply playing in the background.

We sing along to the lyrics. We loved the melody — how soothing it was to our ears. Air Supply songs are timeless. Even now, decades later, they carry the same warmth.

When I heard they were coming to Passi City, I didn’t think twice. I bought four tickets. Originally, I thought my husband and I would join my parents and make it a little double date of sorts. But I had work early the next morning, so I couldn’t go. Instead, I asked my youngest brother if he could take Mama and Papa to the concert. He happily agreed and brought along his girlfriend who lives in Passi.

It wasn’t exactly their genre, but they went anyway and they enjoyed it too.

What made the evening even sweeter was that my parents were coincidentally seated beside the parents of my workmate friend. Out of all the seats in that venue, they ended up next to familiar faces. It felt like one of those simple but meaningful coincidences that make you smile.

Throughout the concert, my phone buzzed with photos and short videos — Mama smiling brightly, Papa singing along word for word. I could see how much they were enjoying it. It wasn’t just about watching a band perform. It was about reliving memories — their younger years, their love story, the days when those songs first became part of their lives.

I felt so happy knowing they enjoyed it immensely.

After the concert, I sent money to my brother and told him to make sure they all had dinner on their drive back to Iloilo City. I wanted the night to end slowly — not rushed, not tired, but full. A proper ending to a beautiful evening.

Later, my brother told me they all genuinely enjoyed the show — even he and his girlfriend. Music really does transcend generations.

As children, we grew up with those songs blasting through our father’s components. Back then, we were simply listening. This time, I was able to give my parents the chance to hear those timeless songs live. And seeing their joy — even just through photos and videos — was more than enough for me. 

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BOOKS I READ IN 2025

How many books have you read last year?

2025 swept by in a blur of responsibilities, deadlines, and endless to-do lists, leaving little room for the quiet joy of turning pages. Yet, beneath the rush, I carried a longing to read more—to sink into stories that transport me far from the noise of everyday life. For me, reading has always been a way of escape, a secret doorway into worlds where time slows down and imagination takes over. It feels like a guilty pleasure, indulging in chapters when I should be tackling tasks, but it’s also the one indulgence that restores me, reminding me that even in the busiest years, there’s magic waiting between the covers of a book.

With my busy schedule, I managed 2 finished fiction books. I have wasn’t able to finish 1 fiction book. And I am currently starting (restarting) 1 fiction and 1 non-fiction.

Books read in 2025:

1. The Vegetarian by Han Kang

A haunting symphony of desire, repression, and quiet rebellion. Through lyrical prose and unsettling beauty, it unravels the cost of defiance in a world that demands conformity. A novel that lingers like a dream—fragile, violent, and utterly unforgettable.

2. The Housemaid by Freida McFadden

Reading it felt like being pulled into a labyrinth where every corridor promised a secret, and just when I thought I had the map figured out, the floor shifted beneath me. The suspense was relentless, the kind that makes you forget the world outside your window, and the plot twists were so sharp they left me reeling. I found myself holding my breath, flipping pages with equal parts dread and exhilaration, chasing answers I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. It’s rare to find a story that feels like both a guilty pleasure and a genuine escape, but this one reminded me why I love thrillers: they let you surrender to the unknown, trusting the author to lead you somewhere unforgettable.

Book I yet to finish:

1. Welcome To The Hyunam-Dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-Reum

Books I started reading this 2026

1. When Things Don’t Go Your Way: Zen Wisdom for Difficult Times by Hain Sunim

2. People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry

Books are my sanctuary—my pause, my me-time, my doorway to emotions that run deep within us. They feel like gentle cuddles on a rainy night, wrapping me in comfort when the world outside feels too loud. Between their covers, I find not just stories, but entire universes that remind me of the beauty of slowing down, of savoring words like they’re warm tea on a cold evening. Each page is a quiet rebellion against the rush of everyday life, a reminder that imagination deserves its own space to breathe. This year, I’m wishing for more moments to get lost in their pages—moments where I can trade deadlines for plot twists, noise for narrative, and reality for the kind of escape only a good book can offer. Still hoping, still yearning, because I know that even a single chapter can feel like a gift, a guilty pleasure that nourishes the soul in ways nothing else quite can.

How many books have you read last year? Any recommendations?

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HELLO 2026! WHAT HAVE I BEEN UP TO?

I haven't updated this space for months now. Maybe for 2026, I need to write more in my blog. I realized that memories are precious. I love looking at archives of photos in Instagram and Facebook - makes me appreciate life more and the lessons, opportunities and blessings it bring..... 

It has been my tradition in my blog (those all of it has been deleted now because those post got corrupted ) that every new year, I would do a Hello (This Year), Goodbye (Previous Year) post and would write down things that I am grateful for the year before. But maybe this time, I will give an update of my life.

In the end of 2024, in September to be exact, I left Singapore, left a high-paying doctor job in a new hospital in Singapore which great opportunities for learning a speciality in Family Medicine. I flew from Oman to Singapore in February 2024, hoping that this was the life choice I wanted - what my husband and I had decided. He and the kids will return back in the Philippines - he will start a Korean grill restaurant franchise business (we will franchise my sister's Korean restaurant business)  and kids will go to school in the Philippines. Our main plan was for them to go home in Philippines and if business will do well in 1-2 years time, I will resign from Oman and move back to the Philippines. If the business is thriving enough to support our family, I might have the chance to do the residency training I always wanted before - Psychiatry or I can just open a Family Medicine private practice. But if business is so-so, I will stay in Oman until retirement or maybe until 55 years old.  My good friend Mel in Singapore told me of a new hospital in Singapore needing doctors. I was hesitant. I know Singapore may be a beautiful, comfortable country to live in but work life can be extremely demanding and stressful, not to mention that living expenses there is so expensive. I replied to my friend that I will mention it my other friends if they are interested but it was a No for me. I told J about it, hoping we will get a laugh out of it - No way I will live & work Singapore again! But his response was - "Why don't you try it out?" He said that I have lived in Singapore for 6 years so adjustment in the life there would be such a shock and Singapore is near the Philippines - flying to and fro would be easy. So it was settled, I applied for the job in Singapore with a mindset that if it is for me then I will be accepted for the job. I chose the department of Palliative Medicine because it is specialisation in Family Medicine with component of Psychiatry in it. I got accepted for the job and the application for my Singapore medical license started. It was a long and tedious process to acquire my old Singapore medical license. It took also 8 months of 2023 for me to get the approval of my Singapore medical license. Resigned in the Ministry Health of Oman by end of 2023 and flew to Singapore by February of 2024. I thought it will be easy for me - like riding a bike. But alone in Singapore without my family, working in a very new hospital with less manpower because they just newly opened so I have to juggle few responsibilities in different departments which I adjust to the new work culture. I felt like I wasn't performing my duties as efficiently as I should, I started to question my medical knowledge & abilities to be part of the team.  Loneliness & homesickness  of being away from my family started to permeate my very being. I was doing duties under Palliative Medicine, Rehabilitation Medicine and General Medicine. Out of the 3, I wasn't particularly fond of General (Internal) Medicine and never will be. I felt like I was forced into a specialisation training that I don't like. I had a thought in one of those days, if I am just like going into a specialised training, should I just apply to one that I really like? Plus the electronic medical record - EPIC- was cumbersome. It felt like the criteria to being a good doctor there is how much you beautifully placed all the informations you can find in an absurdly long notes even before you see the patient. Don't get me wrong - I have worked in different companies (in Singapore and Oman) using EMR and I know EPIC is a ridiculously expense EMR but navigating it & the way we were suppose to add repetitive data can be frustrating.  I was exhausted and anxious all the time.  I was so scared I will make mistakes - small or big.  I was on edge all the time. Three months in my probationary status, I was a nervous wreck, depressed and almost suicidal. I didn't know what to do but all I know is was unhappy, anxious and tired. I was thinking maybe I was just experiencing perimenopausal symptoms. I would have nightmares about work. I would go home, physically tired and wake up physically tired. I miss my kids so much and the guilt of being away from them pains me everyday. I feel sad when I miss their birthdays, events in school and they would ask me, "Why are you not here, Mommy?". I go to work super early before earth crack of dawn to do rounds and go home dead tired, wondering if I missed anything in my rounding notes or made errors in prescribing. I love to crawl in my bed,  curled up in fetal position, comforter over me. I didn't know what to do next. I was scared to give up my job because I know I couldn't get that same salary if I returned in the Philippines. I was so used to being the breadwinner of the family. But I opened up my struggles to my husband and he said - "Come home. We will be okay." He said that his brother  - our business partner- will be leaving soon to work overseas for year so it will be helpful if I can come home to help him with the business.  I was sooo relieved. I breathed a sigh of relief.  It was all that I needed to hear. My husband being okay that I will go home. Then I started to think of what my plans are when I get home. I spoke to my senior doctors and boss that I will tender resignation. I informed HR of my resignation. For my plans going back to Philippines - I wanted to make sure I would find a job that can make me earn as close to how much I earn abroad. I know that is a tough call but I started strategizing. I can just help my hubby out with the business but I think it is better if one of us has a regular paying job. I thought of maybe starting a private practice clinic in Family Medicine but I know I would earn as much, would just be cutesy side hustle. I can also work as hospitalist in some hospital. If it is in the city, the pay will be really low but if it is outside the city, it will pay more a bit but it would mean travelling far & away from the kids. Then I thought maybe this is the chance for me to do the training I have always wanted - my TOTGA (the one that got away)- Psychiatry. I will be working in a government hospital which mean better higher pay with great benefits, protected because I am in training and I will be doing the thing I am interested in. So it was decided, I will apply for Psychiatry Residency Training. I submitted my requirements online and the chief resident contacted me via phone call. He gave me a schedule for my interview once I settled back in the Philippines. By August 22, 2024, I officially resigned from my hospital job in Singapore. I stayed for a few weeks and by September 1, 2024, I flew back to Iloilo City.  

By September 11, 2024, I was interviewed for the Psychiatry training. I got accepted and I was due to start my pre-residency training by October 1, 2024. By Dec 11, 2025, I signed the contract to be officially a 1st year resident in Psychiatry. 

By January 2025, my residency training was in full swing. I expected it will be a chill residency training but I was wrong. I always have an inclining it will be tough and exhausting from what I have witnessed and encountered during my pre-residency days. It was far cry from my Family Medicine residency training which was quite chill for me. OPD duties were tough - lots of patients. I was back to demanding 24-hours duties after hardly having a 24hours hospital duties or even if I did in my last work place in Oman, I slept most of the time during my hospital night duties. There were loads of didactics, presentation, supervisions, assignments, lectures and extra hours of work that extend beyond work hours. I also had some admin responsibilities that I have to attend to. I was exhausted honestly but I felt I was exhausted with purpose and if I didn't love it, I would have quit right then & there when things got tough. Honestly, I got frustrated at time, complain, cried a bit and questioned do I really want to do this. But I have an end in mind and I have wanted this for so long. It is a rare opportunity to be in it when I was always outside hoping to be in this community. It helped that I have amazing colleagues that were awesome to work with and have the same sense of humour to tide us over our current misery. Because what they say misery loves company, haha.  So I kept on. This was on top of my duties at home - as mom, housework, etc. We didn't have any helper or nanny at home. We moved out of my mother-in-law's house  and rented an apartment while we were having our starter home renovated. I let go of some of my business obligations which my hubby took on and helped with the bare minimum of doing staff schedule & doing payroll. I tried to make time for my parents, siblings and family - carving coffee time after my 24 hours duty. 2025 was an exhausting year, all I did was to survive it. It felt like I have so much on my plate but I just kept on moving forward. Funny that my 2025 theme was supposedly my Quiet Era or Calm Era. I was neither quiet nor was it calm.  However besides surviving 2025, I did have several wins too. My hubby and I took my parents to a farm resort for massage and lunch. They enjoyed it tremendously. I also have 2 free trips to Manila sponsored by pharmacological companies. It was a work trip but it was also a relaxing one. I got a free hotel stay in Shangri-La with the room all by myself. I also had a  3-day Drug Dependency Evaluation Workshop Course in a hotel with a culminating activity of presenting a DDE presentation in the rehabilitation center. Our family didn't manage to travel overseas last year because hubby couldn't leave the restaurant with no-one to look after when he is away. I also successful presented my Grand Case Conference under the supervision of the consultant that inspired me to get into Psychiatry. It was a privilege to work alongside her.     

Looking back at my 2025 New Year’s goals, I’m not sure I even managed to accomplish half of what I set out to do. There were moments when I doubted I could handle it all—the responsibilities of work, family, and business. I know I have a lot on my plate, probably more than I can chew, and honestly? All I did in 2025 was survive. But if I do say so myself, I was pretty darn good at surviving.

Usually, a New Year gets me excited. But entering 2026, I’m feeling a little anxious. I have a feeling this year might be just as demanding as 2025, if not harder. I’m a little terrified, wondering: Can I handle it?Despite the fear, I’ve written down what I’m grateful for from last year and set my goals for this one. It may be a difficult road ahead, but I know I still have enough grit in me to move forward. Because of that, I’ve decided my theme for 2026 is: Grace in Progress.

I think we can do this. Let’s pray for each other and grant ourselves some grace. Let this be a year of growth without pressure and learning without shame. We are allowed to evolve gently; we are still learning, and we are still worthy.

We are grace in progress, not perfection. Be gentle with yourself, for we are all still "under construction." Learning, unlearning, and becoming—gracefully. We don’t need to constantly prove our stability, productivity, or strength. We are allowed to pause, adjust, and rest, and still call it progress.

Happy New Year, everyone!

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STAYCATION BIRTHDAY OF ZEKE (7 YEARS OLD)

Last May 9, 2025, our cheeky youngest Zeke turned 7 years old. We decided to celebrate his birthday checking in a hotel room for an overnight stay, half of the day swimming in the pool and pizza party with the family. 

When we were living in Oman, we often do staycation birthdays and we missed it. Daddy have to stay in the restaurant until closing so we ( 3 kids and I) headed to the hotel and checked in after lunch. I messaged my parents to come over and bring the cousins. I ordered online some pizza and chicken wings. We hang around the room watching TV while waiting for my parents and their cousins. We stayed in Marriott Hotel.

When my parents arrived, they brought along my brother's kids. Our childhood yaya whom we recently reconnected with is now helping my parents at home. She took the kids to the pool, while I stayed in the hotel room with parents for awhile and we headed to SM City to buy some stuff. We came back and my brother and sister-in-law arrived too. I asked my brother to buy some drinks and chip in the nearby 7-11. My sister and eldest nephew arrived too. Kids came back from their swim, all happy and noisy. My eldest nephew, Ackie, set up his Nintendo Switch for the kids to play. 

The hotel room was filled with so much kids' noise and laughter. They were having such fun. My family went home by 10:30 PM while hubby arrived from the restaurant. It was a simple birthday celebration for our little one and we are glad he loved it!

I pray he grows up to become a behaved and confident young man, always charming and sweet, honest & friendly. This is such a late post but Belated Happy Birthday , Tweety!

 

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WEEKEND WITH GOD AND NATURE

 

Last Holy Week, hubby and I planned to spend it in a beach in Guimaras Island - a time of fun leisure under the sun with kids, a boat ride from the city. But it didn't go the way we planned. We all got into our vehicle, with a knapsack of our swimwear and a plastic filled of snacks. We headed to the pantalan to board a RORO that would take our trusty vehicle to Guimaras. The queue to board was long and the wait even longer. We waited and waited like the other vehicles lining up for our turn to board. Hours passed and we asked if there is a possibility of us ever going to board the cargo ship that will take us to Guimaras. J called the cargo ship to inquire. He was told that it would be impossible for us to board the ship anytime soon. They are only take 1-2 cars at this point. The weather was unpredictable and we will be waiting our day in line. So we decided to find another place to spend the rest of the day.

We decided on SOL Y MAR Beach Resort. This beach resort is a memorable place for me and hubby because this is where we first become a couple.

Kids swam on the beach and we ordered lunch. I also got to nap in a hammock on top of tree house - simple joys!

After our lunch, my satisfying nap and kids were done swimming, we fixed our stuff and paid for our meal. We were told we are given a free pass at the Sol Y Mar Farm, a few minutes drive from the beach resort. We checked out the farm and had fun walking around exploring. It was a wonderful day - spending time with family, being with nature and quiet time with God.

Sol Y Mar Beach Resort

Address: Tigbauan, Iloilo

Phone: (033) 321 6069

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