The following series of blog posts is all about my Bohol adventures a long time ago (read: 2 years). I still have the pictures and the vivid memories so blog ko na rin!
My mom is from Pilar Bohol. But in all my life, this was my first time to set foot on the island were my mom came. I felt I owe it to my forefathers that I should be here even once in my lifetime.
I felt home in Bohol, not only because I could speak their native dialect, but because the aura was so similar back home in Mindanao– courteous and accommodating people, a laid back environ that soothes your tired body and spirits ( I was from a toxic surgery the day before). But when I saw the different spots, the old churches, beaches, caves, rivers- I was mesmerized. This place is more than home.
L-R front row: Ellen, Nats, Tams Back row seated: The author, Nilo, Nando and Don
The first place that struck me was the place we’re going to stay for the duration of the convention- Bohol Bee Farm. Owned and run by a foreigner and her Filipina nurse wife, Vicky this was an eden on Bohol. Built in Mexican style architecture, I learned to love the spacious openly relaxing house built of wooden materials (plus a little cement here and there) and decorated in exotic Mexican motif. The landscaping is awesome and the accommodations superb. Look at their 270 degrees view of the beach side when your in the bath tub!
And for the health buffs, you will have a heaven of nutritiously cooked non meat products you would actually ask for some more! You can even relax by the seaside and get a soothingly sleep inducing massage by their spa house, overlooking the great Panglao beach.
