Not-So-Accidental Tourist
"I want to travel the wonders of the world".
I distinctly remember these precocious words as I always wrote them down in response to the question "What is your ambition in life?" in those "slum books" that my classmates passed around towards the end of a school year in grade school and high school. When most of my friends would reply "doctor", "engineer", "teacher", "nurse", or "CPA", I never wavered. Maybe I just didn't know what I wanted to pursue as a profession (and who really does anyway at that age?).
Perhaps I was strongly influenced by the books I've read and the places I saw on TV and in the movies. Whatever it was, I've had the case of "itchy feet" for so long than I can ever recall.
Although I had a relatively blissful childhood, there was this burning desire to explore
whatever was outside the perimeter of our lethargic and rural city. Admittedly, my decision to take up Nursing was also motivated by the chance to study and live in a diverse and urban metropolis such as Cagayan de Oro City. It wasn't exactly the biggest exploration ever but it was a start. Despite a very limited allowance and sometimes without my parents' knowledge
and permission, I managed to go to places within the vicinity and outlying areas. Typically, travel and taking a vacation is pretty much a luxury and not a priority in a Filipino's life. Except perhaps when venturing out to the neighboring town's fiesta or if visiting some friends and relatives, it's not uncommon or farfetched that a Pinoy might not have ever stepped outside the boundaries of his/her own city or province.
There's nothing wrong with that although I wish that they will also get to experience another world outside of what they know.
It sure could make your outlook in life broader and enriched. I know it did with me anyway.
When I first arrived in the US, it was almost like I was possessed.
Spurred by the sights and the novelty of the fresh environment, I embarked on a whirlwind of excursions and sprees to several key US cities and popular destinations. I was fortunate to be friends with people who had the same elan and fervor as I have. We shared the same pursuit to satisfy our curiosity and sense of adventure. It seemed like we were constantly on field trips. We were such avid tourists so much so that we acquired a sundry of mementos such as coffee mugs, t-shirts, magnets, keychains, thimbles, spoons, postcards, and scores of various trinkets that one ordinarily comes across at souvenir shops anywhere
. We reveled in our growing collection of tokens from our travel but we mostly treasured the memories of being there. Browsing through my numerous albums of photos from such trips reminds me of the great times we had together.
I must confess that I also enjoy seeing other people's vacation and travel photos in Friendster. I just feel a keen sense of connection with folks who've traveled and have similar experiences like mine. They surely inspire me to explore even more.


Although there are still a lot of spots in the US that I want to sightsee, I was more than ready to finally explore Europe. After all, the defining moment of my desire to travel was when I first viewed my Aunt Agnes' photos from her European tour so many years ago. I recall setting my eyes on her image with the Eiffel Tower in the background and I silently pledged to myself, "I will go there someday". Last year, that oath was kept. A few months ago, I made another pilgrimage to Europe and fulfilled my dream to visit Salzburg, renowned from a beloved movie "Sound of Music". I also got to appreciate the beauty of Prague which became a favorite of mine.
As some people probably know from my new profile photos, I recently had a weekend holiday in Canada, particularly the Niagara Falls in Ontario. It wasn't my first visit there but the last time I went was during the winter season so I was indeed keen to view the area differently this time around. Although it was a long drive (more or less 8 hours) to get there, the magnificent and breathtaking sight of the natural and industrial wonder was worth the trip. Not far away from the falls is a commercial hub of hotels, restaurants, souvenir shops and other tourist traps. I guess they're the necessary evil in order for a travel destination to thrive. Overall, it was an enjoyable outing especially since I was with a vivacious group of friends and their families.


After several trips, I am nowhere close to slowing down. In fact, with every place I visit, I hanker for more. There's just so much of the world to explore. If I have unlimited financial resources, I would undoubtedly make travel my main preoccupation in life. As luck would have it, after these oh-so-short holidays, I have to rejoin the ranks of the wage-earning and income-chasing populace. Thank goodness for mini-getaways or I would have gone out of my mind if I don't get a break from time to time. Of course, I'm already looking forward to the next one. It's just a matter of time (and money, of course). 






































. It was quite embarrassing when they kept telling me that I look like a "kana" daw. Say what?!!!
After a brief period of reverse culture shock, I started feeling more at home again.
I got flustered when asked, "Kumusta ang buhay America?" How do I respond to this without sounding like I was bragging or being a show-off? Also, there's just so much you can say about your present life and still keep the sense of privacy you've come to appreciate. My first visit was also rifed with disagreements with my family. I had a difficult time adjusting to the idea of telling them about my plans and whereabouts. After living independently for 4 years, it took me awhile to get used to asking for my parents' permission again. That and being woken up at 7:00 in the morning for breakfast.
I was just so used to doing things at my own time and pace that it was unnerving to live with a family again.
Why do they have such fixation on my skin coloring just because I was galing ibang bansa? I just shrugged off those comments as I didn't see any point in a response. When in the Philippines, especially on the summer months, I prefer more casual wear (shorts, tees, flats) due to the warm and sweltering weather. As far as I'm concern, anybody is entitled to wear whatever they want but I honestly don't get the jeans and high heels that I noticed some girls were wearing at the malls or on the streets. It's just way too hot to be wearing denim. I can't also imagine being able to get easily in and out of public transportations wearing high-heeled footwear. But, that's just me. Maybe my fashion style is too boring and understated for the Philippines. 
about is their tendency to speak English, be they fluent or not, with or without a strong Pinoy accent. I did notice that some really do make a point to be seen as such. It's quite obvious to see at the airports. But then again, I'm guilty about the "English-speaking" thing as well
My brother asked me once upon my arrival why my hair wasn't rebonded? Huh? Never heard of that at all. I'd be lucky if I get my hair trimmed at a decent salon twice a year. So darn expensive at $45.00. I almost never get my nails done at all because of the nature of my job (lots of handwashing involved). As much as I would appreciate a nice Swedish massage, I couldn't stomach paying the $65.00 or more for an hour. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining that I am where I am now but there are just so many misconceptions about how we live here. Some of which might be propagated by the balikbayans themselves. Oh, well. To each his/her own.
. That's a past I will always be proud of. One that I will always cherish and revisit.
Aside from the fact that it was difficult to transfer the box by myself from the luggage carousel into a cart, I became an easy target for porters who saw my obvious predicament. 



