Hello, friends, family and random people on the internet! And welcome!
I know that I have been writing for quite sometime now but my previous posts have not been quite me. It has been a challenge to blog because I am somewhat caught in the middle of trying to milk money out of this website and just treating it as a past time to tell stories about my experiences.
The internet has a great deal of telling aspiring bloggers that with great content comes a great number of views, likes, comments, and what have you. So, the past days have been dedicated to that – I cannot count the many sites I have visited on learning more about SEOs and creating captivating graphics in order to capture you…my viewer! In the process of all that digital hullabaloo, I lost my myself, my passion and my thoughts. I also kept sashaying between the want to express and the need to impress. It has been a very confusing “writing” journey, if you will and in the midst of trying to find balance, I want to start over.
PLUS, as you all know, I also (somewhat) started this new chapter in my life – marriage! haha and God has and had His funny ways of taking my mundane days into a whole new level. There are just so many things I want to write about and have not quite succeeded because I do not know where to start. Sooo, let’s just get under way from the beginning, shall we? Note to self: results should not get in the way of the narrative.
So, this blog on chronicling our life’s mini stories – from experiments in the kitchen to travels around the region and abroad, to anything and everything in between; and of course my promise to post photos. 🙂
Welcome to Ramos on the Road 2.0! where the struggle of living is genuinely real but definitely worth it! I cannot wait to share our adventures with you all!
The streets of Manila will not run out of varieties when it comes to eating houses. Just as there is a diversity in cooking, there is also an assortment as to how you want your food to be served and WHERE. 🙂
In my previous post, I wrote about a simple tofu dish that made us keep coming back for more. Although the flavors of our Quik Snack’s delicacy were not intricate, it was still top-notch. I say food does not have to be presented exorbitantly for it to be enjoyed. Like what we had, nosh can be as unembellished as the chairs we sat in and still be remarkable. BUT for this entry, we dive into the other end of the table – from plain to panache.
We Filipinos love food; we share a fondness for eating that as we try and share new and old dishes, we talk about the next culinary adventure we will take part in. That was what happened during our first food trip on the streets of Carvajal.
If you are a Filipino, born and raised in Manila, Binondo may not be in your top three list of possible day tour adventures. Having walked around its vicinity during your elementary years as part of a field trip itinerary, you have probably heard its history and maybe even the cliches that complement the tour guide spiels.
Now, Manila has become a personal favorite destination of my dad. It has been a usual occurrence that he would write on his travel notebook snippets of the capital’s good old days. I would peep through his door as an antique green lamp would be a customary accessory to a night infused with antiquated trivia of Escolta’s golden age.
Today, I was a proud recipient of that knowledge, and I must say it was nothing I have heard of before.
In line with the mastery of the subject, my dad carried with him over-sized photos of the years that have gone by. It gave his audience a vivid image of how things were just to give them a tinge of what they have missed, and probably will never see.
The story began at 9 am on the marble floors of Binondo Church.
We braved the heat, and trailed behind the storyteller as he best recounted the tale of Manila under the Spanish rule, to its destruction during World War 2.