I thought the sound of rain I was hearing a while ago was from RainyMood. Turned out it was really raining outside.
There was this particular rainy Saturday a few weeks ago when Lolo Tatay (from my husband’s side of the family) took us up for the twins’ first Tagaytay trip. I didn’t take a lot of photos, but here are some moments captured with our phone camera.
We didn’t know we were going to Tagaytay that day, which explains why the twins were not dressed right for it. Thank God for their jackets, which we always bring with us wherever we go. For the first time, the effort of carrying those hoodies around finally paid off. The rain poured while we were on our way, and it continued to pour while we were having our lunch buffet and afternoon coffee at Taal Vista Hotel.
I don’t like the traffic, the inconvenience, and the floods that often come with rainy days. Not to mention the horrible news about people evacuating because of the floods. But I can’t deny it—I love days like this. I love the sound of rain (it inspires me to write, or do something creative), the cool breeze, the smell of rain, the sight of rain water on wet pavement.
And I love rainy days especially when they’re spent with family, a cup of coffee, and maybe a good book.
“Rain” is an illustration of blessing and abundance in the Bible. Back when we didn’t know we were going to have twin girls, in fact on that particular day we found out we were pregnant, we already knew that we were going to name our firstborn “Rain”.
I can continue listing down reasons why I love rainy days so much, but to make this post actionable, here are some unusual suggestions on how to spend a rainy Saturday afternoon:
For real? For real! I suggest you don’t go too far, but go somewhere. If you’re in the south area, go ahead, go for Tagaytay. The point is, get out of the house. Note that this is applicable on rainy Saturdays only, and more specifically, not when there’s typhoon ha. Go on a roadtrip when most people would rather tuck themselves in and curl up in bed. Rainy Saturdays often mean empty establishments and less traffic.
I know the usual thing to do is to grab a cup of choco or a bowl of soup on a rainy day. But magnifying the cold by eating something cold works too. Back in New York, my husband loves eating ice cream on a winter day. Just for the thrill (and the chill) of it.
Two of my friends had their garden weddings rained out. But the rain didn’t ruin their weddings, in fact, the unexpected rain made the experience even more romantic! So instead of planning your wedding to fall on a summer day, why not totally plan to have it during the rainy days. Take it from this girl who’s wedding got rained out. Rain could be the best thing that can happen on your special day. ;)
However you’re spending these rainy days, I hope you’re doing it with people you love. Have a great weekend! :)
Normally, when you keep doing something over and over again, you get better at it. It’s the reason why musicians practice all the time, and athletes go through regular trainings. Repetition does wonders in honing a skill.
Sadly, saying goodbye doesn’t work that way.
No matter how many times you had to watch a person leave, the process just doesn’t get easier. And no matter how many times you said “good bye” in the past, the next time breaks your heart worse than the last.
Few weeks ago, our friend Robert (the guy I was talking about in this post) left the Philippines to be with his wife in London. I’ve gotten so used to having him around all the time—knocking on our door in his pambahay and unbrushed hair (sometimes unbrushed teeth! lol) as if our house is an extension of his living room. He’s the “older brother I never had” as I would always tell him, and when my husband was adjusting to life back here in Manila, he was one of his first few friends.
And suddenly he’s gone.
Last week, another friend Joana (one of the girls I was talking about in this post) left the Philippines to migrate to California with her family. I’ve always wanted to have a sister, I guess that’s why I channeled all of that energy to girlfriends like J. She’s my prayer partner for years, she’s one of my bridesmaids, a part of my cell group, my nephew’s godmother, and now she’s my daughters’ godmother too—that’s just about the list of titles she’s claimed in my life.
And now she’s gone.
Tl;dr. In a span of a month, two people who are huge parts of my life left for good, taking pieces of me with them, and I’ve been struggling with their (physical) absence and the finality of their departures since.
But how can I not be happy for them?
Robert reunited with his wife Tin, and they finally started their married life together after months of LDR. And Joana and her family’s immigrant visas were approved after decades of waiting and praying for them. These are good news!
To be sad about people leaving is borderline selfish. And to be happy with their absence feels wrong too. On one hand you’re sad to see people go, and you know that life (as you know it) is never going to be the same again. On the other hand, you’re happy to see their prayers answered and their dreams come true before their eyes.
So you find yourself in between two strong emotions that pull and tear your heart apart in two extremely opposite directions. It’s crazy, in a bipolar kind of way.
As one who experienced a lot of moving around in her younger years, and went through a torturous long distance relationship, saying good bye to places and to people I love is the hardest. At one point I thought I’ve gotten used to saying good bye, but as I grow older, I often wish I would never go through that kind of pain ever again.
But things change. Time flies. People leave. That’s just the way it is. Change involves pain, and pain forces us to grow. It causes us to see situations with eternal eyes, and teaches us the art of letting God do His thing. It helps us loosen our grip off tangible things—people, places, routines; and causes us to embrace the more important things, the ones that last forever—friendships, memories, lessons learned, love that transcends space and time.
When we look at saying good bye that way, it’s not such a bad thing after all.
From our anniversary weekend. Here’s more, just because we have tons of them. :)
The resort was huge, and we had it all to ourselves! Because the place was so huge (Have I said that yet? Oh yeah.), we had to take a shuttle to go around from our cabin to the clubhouse to wherever in the vicinity we want to go.
The clubhouse. We had meals at their empty lounge, with a beautiful view of pine trees and the sky. The food can be pricey in the lounge though, so we had one of our lunches in Tagaytay proper, more or less a 30 minute drive away.
The casitas. Although the rooms and the facilities are old and a little worn out, I think it adds to the rustic and country-feel ambiance that Canyon Woods is all about.
And I just looove the floor-to-ceiling glass doors/windows!
The indoor pool. The highlight of our stay has got to be the indoor pool, which we had all to ourselves! They turn on the heater only in the weekends though, so if you’re planning to come here for the indoor pool, definitely schedule your trip on a weekend.
Say hello to my huge belly, at 26 weeks. :)
I think swimming really did me well, especially for my muscle cramps and back pains.
The outdoor pool. It was pretty much ours during our stay, too. Although it wasn’t heated, the sunshine on our backs evened out the cold water, which made our outdoor swim a really nice experience as well.
Canyon Woods is always mistaken to be in Tagaytay, but it’s basically in Batangas already. We love it and we definitely recommend it! Like I said, we seemed to be like the only guests at the time, but they’re not under-staffed and we were taken care of really well.
A tip: Best if you go there with coupon deals, we got ours from Cashcashpinoy. ;)
I’d love to come back soon, but my tummy is getting bigger and bigger, and we’re getting closer and closer to our due date. I guess this is my last trip, at least for now.
Obligatory instagram post of our weekend at Canyon Woods Resorts:
(1) For the first time the whole week, the sun was shining brightly and we spent our weekend without a hint of dark skies and rain! (2) We woke up on our first morning with sun rays through our room’s glass windows, what a sight! (3) We had our breakfast of eggs and bacon with a beautiful view on the side; (4) ..and we can’t help but stare at the two empty seats in front of us, thinking that soon enough, two little girls will occupy those seats; (5) I’m so thankful my husband is a good swimmer. I’ve always loved swimming, and I’m glad to have someone who’s game to swim anytime! (6) The indoor pool was practically the highlight of our stay, we had it all to ourselves the whole time we were there! Seriously, no other guests but us! (7) My big bulge didn’t stop me from swimming, yeah! (8) Posing by the highway, just because; (9) Pretty casitas by the lake, one of which was our love nest for the weekend; (10) Gotta love having a husband who’s ready with a camera all the time; (11) Waiting for our ride back home, after 3 days of rest; (12) Pasalubongs from Tagaytay.
We couldn’t help but compare how different this August was from last year. How we were surrounded by lots of people, family and friends, on our wedding day and on the days before and after it. This time, celebrating our first wedding anniversary, it was just two of us. And it was really just the two of us, literally, as it seemed like we were the only guests in Canyon Woods that time. The only times we’re reminded that we’re not alone were those moments when I feel tiny kicks in my belly, and we realize that we have two little girls tagging along wherever we go.
The place was beautiful, the moments were precious, and it was just the kind of weekend where we keep marveling at how huge and how wide God’s love is. And yet, in His Greatness, He’s still mindful of the personal details and the little things in these small and short lives we live.
*This is part of my 52 Saturdays Project
That 500 Days of Summer song felt like last Saturday’s soundtrack!
Saturday, May 5. A few friends and I went on a road trip to Tagaytay to scout for a wedding venue. It started out as a top secret mission, LOL, but since word has been out in the grapevine already anyway, I thought there’s no point hiding from our friends (and from this blog) what we were up to that day.
We had a specific purpose going there alright, but mostly, I’m happy for the excuse to be out with good company. It was a day of sun, and laughter, and food, and jokes we wouldn’t dare talk about in front of our pastor, haha.
The people you’re seeing in the photos are just some of the friends I grew up with—back from when we were diaper-clad toddlers, through our semi-reckless, semi-rebellious teenage days, to now, traversing through adulthood and growing in age and in faith. Two of them are getting married (to each other!) in August, and like I said, one of them is on the lookout for a wedding venue.
It’s easy to lose track of the years when life is so full, eh? :)
The photos above were taken from Jardin de Rosella, Leisure Farms, and Ville Sommet—all of them beautiful venues in Tagaytay that are worth considering when you’re planning for a destination wedding. I thought of posting rates and reviews, but this blog has never been about reviews so I guess if you’re interested to know more about these venues, holler in the comments section and let me share the info I’ve gathered to you. :)
More photos here.
Going out of town is one of my frustrations lately. Traveling is something I’ve always wanted to do with my husband, but we haven’t done so much travelling since Boracay. I thought having a permanent travel buddy would give me more courage to explore and go places, but our current schedule is just too loaded. There’s always somewhere to go, tasks to finish, clothes and dishes to wash, and an 8:00-6:00 job to do everyday. By the time we find a free day in a week, we’re too tired already to even consider getting out of the house, lol.
That’s why I was pleasantly surprised to know that for busy people like us, we don’t have to go far to have some rest and recreation after all! Last week, during the Chinese New Year holiday, my husband and I decided to check-in at The Malayan Plaza Hotel at Ortigas Center. His cousin from New York was visiting Manila, so I was secretly happy to have found an excuse to finally try out this hotel.
Swimming in the rooftop pool was pretty much the highlight of the day for my husband and his cousin. The two of them spent the whole afternoon taking laps, enjoying the cool water and the warm afternoon sun.
I took a swim in the pool, too. But mostly I just lounged around and enjoyed my grande Caramel Macchiato. I love love looove that there’s Starbucks right beside the hotel. I watched the two boys, held on to their towels, and took photos of them, yes, like a Mommy.
When we got back to our suite, a bag of cookies was waiting for us courtesy of the Malayan Plaza crew. I know it’s just a simple thing, but getting something more than what you paid for is always a treat, even if it’s just a bag of snacks.
We spent the rest of the night watching movies, and enjoying the free wifi. Yes friends, Malayan Plaza Hotel has free wifi. THEY HAVE FREE WIFI! In this age and time, a hotel without free wifi should consider closing down, really. I’m glad Malayan Plaza is a wifi zone, you just have to inquire in the front desk and they will generate a user access for you.
Husband wants to go back for the swim.
I want to go back for the quiet.
I think we found our happy place.
1. Photographs from Boracay, part 2. I was saving these photos for a separate post, just ’cause this is my favorite set. These photos were taken on the morning of our last day in Boracay, before I got horribly sick. Still, I love that I got to preserve the best parts of our Boracay trip in photographs; and how Boracay seemed to never run out of blue skies and white sand.
That morning, unlike any other mornings, my husband and I walked to the beach, found a spot, sat on our sarong (picnic blanket), opened our Bible, reflected on Psalm 92 & 93, and prayed together. We don’t always get to walk to a nearby beach anytime we want, so even though we’re not exactly morning people, we woke up beyond our usual that day, making sure we didn’t miss the sunrise. It was definitely worth the pain of getting up at 5:30am! Now, whether we’re in the beach, or in bed, or in church, or in our dining table, whether in the morning or at night, I love that we can freely clasp our hands together to talk to God 3-way. It’s amazing how I was just praying for moments like this a year ago, and how beautifully God answered that prayer.
2. I love answered prayers, whatever they may be—yes, no, wait. In my life I had an abundance of them—including ones that were answered with a resounding “no” (which ultimately led to one “yes” after another.) Lately I’m beginning to appreciate how everyday is an answered prayer in and of itself. We have roof above our heads, food on our table, warm bed at night. God knows exactly what we need, what to say, what to take away.. every single time! Never fails.
3. And then there are random strangers who leave messages on twitter with 140 characters worth of love and encouragement. It’s a great feeling to be prayed for by a stranger, it inspires me to be a blessing by praying for others too.
What can I pray for you today? (: