Traveling is such an enriching activity but it becomes even more memorable when you are with your loved ones. However, it is a different story altogether though when you are bringing children with you. With their insatiable curiosity and limitless energy, it can be a little challenging to have children along. Nevertheless, we are firm believers that children should be exposed to the wonders of the world early on. Education from experience is, after all, more profound and memorable.
In many ways, traveling gave me back my life.
About 5 or so years ago, I took a long, hard look at my life, carefully assessed it and realized that I’ve been wasting a good deal of it in a small cubicle. Since I started working, my world became limited to a restrictive cube farm. I strived to conquer the corporate jungle with much gusto and actually convinced myself that a thriving office career was the sole definition of success.
One does not exactly go to a chaotic place like Tutuban and expect to uncover a piece of history. People go there primarily to shop for budget finds. But an ordinary weekend shopping trip for us turned out to be a moment of discovery; a trip back in the glorious past of the Philippines, a long-ago time when steam locomotives ruled the highways and the concept of traffic was unknown in Philippine streets.
It was in 1989 when I first set foot in Manaoag, Pangasinan for a thanksgiving pilgrimage with my parents. I remember waking up disoriented in a bus station. It was early morning and still dark; we were in an unfamiliar place. My young mind could not fully comprehend our purpose for going there but I knew it was a special journey.