It was so unbelievable that in a matter of 27 days, Morocco was no longer a strange land to me. I could still remember the first time that I set foot in the country. Though I was excited, I was a bit apprehensive too. I did not know what was in store for me, but I was hopeful that this journey, that I had been dreaming about for so long, would be successful…
Sometimes, losing something means gaining more.
I really love Moroccan hospitality mainly because it resembles the Filipino treatment towards visitors and guests. Aside from this, Moroccans, just like Filipinos, they like to eat…
A few years ago, Maldives was just a dream. I could still remember how I spent hours in front of the computer looking at the picturesque photos of Maldives, wishing that someday, I would have the chance to see its beauty for real.
A woman’s worth is not like a piece of meat sold in the market that when it is no longer fresh, the price goes down.
I’m no longer a girl who cried over boys, but the woman who climbs mountains so high.
Fifteen cities, 24 days, one country, one love, a life-changing journey.
I asked myself what was my purpose of traveling… but I couldn’t fathom the answer to this simple question.