It wasn’t in Rome, Paris, Dublin, Barcelona or any place grand. I remember it. The first time when I sat foot in European land, I remember it so well.
Thousand sophisticated words can fall right in front of me but Rome is simply…
Our city tour of Bohol was kind of like a tuck and roll act. We would pull over, wander around, take pictures and return back to the car, ready to roll again to the next.
I’m using Frizztext’s A-Z Challenge for my Flashback Friday.
Authentic, it’s the perfect word to describe Vigan.
I encourage everyone to embrace the culture of the country you are in or travel to, not just tourism-wise, or food, but other areas like music, perhaps clothing, language and traditions as well.
I badly wish to go back to Europe. But I can’t complain as much. Not only that I’ve been very blessed to have gone there, the place I’m currently in ain’t too shabby for my travel fix.