Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Saying Goodbye to Roxas

(Feb. 6, 2012)

I was in the dumps after driving hubby to the airport. I realized it was his last day in Roxas City, and the sentimental mushy guy that he is, he forgot to emote, feel nostalgic and be dewey-eyed because we were so busy packing up things, doing some last-minute stuff and he was just on time for his flight. I took his photo, probably the last, with Dachi (his beloved company car) and another one with the Roxas Airport as backdrop.
View from our windows: my flying friends
I came home with only a melancholic silence and the chaos of packing up greeting me. The gloomy weather did not help uplift the mood, while the beautiful chirruping of the birds made me realize I’ll be missing this place. Argh! My heart is breaking and tears are threatening to fall as I write now. Never thought I could get this attached to this unassuming city.
The Plaza

Roxas City morning traffic


Roxas is a quaint, rustic, romantic place. If I remember it right, this was how I described it to a friend when hubby and I together first arrived here, although it was his first time, it was not for me. As a small laid-back, not-so-developed city, it has its shortcomings. Customer service, not even the courtesy of a smile, is still unheard of in some establishments (especially among the staff in Gaisano Mall - the only “mall” with 2 branches in the city), but there are also quite a number of businesses with people, such as the staffs in the two beauty salons (Rudy’s and Fixzone) where I have my foot spa, pedicure and manicure, who sincerely and warmly interact with you like you would expect from people in rural areas. We also sometimes feel frustrated not being able to buy stuff we need without going to Iloilo. Heck, we even have to take that 2-hour drive to watch a movie. But this can be compensated on the fact that you can greatly save since you don’t get tempted with the offerings in the market. Speaking of market, the Lipunan public market sell fresh catches of the sea from bangus, crabs, shrimps, squids, and various fish. I just don’t have culinary skills yet hence we rarely buy these.
Seafoods in Baybay
The chaos of a sea of tricycles can also bug you. It’s just a small place with really few vehicles, except for these 3-wheeled rides that often dominate the road. To be fair, we admire the high visibility of traffic enforcers in this city with or without an event or VIPs around. Hubby was also impressed by the smart efficiency of its police station when he requested for a police blotter when he had a minor car accident.
The weak points of this place are little things we have gotten used to and learned to live with. These are compensated by the pluses of the place, such as a generally peaceful and quiet environment. At 9 PM, I often feel that I am the only one awake in our subdivision. And when I look up to the sky from our veranda on a cloudless night, I can clearly see the stars shimmering since there are no tall buildings to block them or other artificial lights to pale them. Every morning, I hear the wonderful chirping of birds and I see them pay me a visit on our window sill or along electric wires. Sometimes though, they share the airwaves with the cacophony of barrio fiesta music. The lousy sound system and the badly mixed music murdered by the ‘DJ” did not help to please our ears. And this usually drags on the whole day until the wee hours of the morning and will repeat the following day until the days-long celebration ends.
But right now I hear my flying friends again, and the sun is already showing up, but I’m still feeling sad to be leaving this place. It’s not that I am not looking forward to moving to Davao, of course, I do, because we miss big city living, true malls, and burrito and taco that are not sweet because they have no condensed milk in them.

Inside ACC Crepes and Coffee


Besides the place that we are renting here, some of my favorite haunts in this unassuming city include ACC Coffee and Crepes and El Pueblo where Ramboys (where we love its liempo and sizzling liver) and Festa restaurants are located. I don’t like though their very tiny crammed 5-seater, 2-table coffee shop, which is just really an extension of Festa. You can also take your coffee alfresco but on the few occasions that I was there, the stifling weather did not make it practical to spend time outside. Hubby and I also consider ourselves “regular” customers of Coco Veranda and we even have a “pet waiter” there whom we tip ridiculously, he ends up running after us when we leave the restaurant just to thank us.
Potential "Lovers' Place"

I also like the romantic, rustic feel or the vicinity in the plaza, museum, cathedral, river, especially at night when the lights are on. I especially like the almost live-sized chess pieces/set on the plaza and enjoy people enjoying their “big” games their. How I wish some city official or developer will come up with the idea of developing this place further into the “city of lovers” or the “honeymoon city” or something like that by harnessing the river and bridge and offer gondola rides just like in Venice. They can also put up bistros and cafes with alfresco dining under the big trees somewhere around or near the park and use cobble stones for their street there.

Never been inside.


Perhaps they can relocate the public market away from the scene so that vendor will not have the tendency to pollute the river and mar the scenery. Then maybe they can introduce some kalesas to take the tourist couples or groups around the city or around places of attraction. Maybe they can invite artists or if they have their local brew to do painting in the plaza, or hold photography contests. For sure, the idea will also make a great backdrop for a wedding photography, so making the city a wedding destination would also be an opportunity. These are some of the ideas of the romantic in me.

Wish I had played a game or two with the locals.


Another thing I like about Roxas City is Saboroso, their local version of Sbarro, also serving pizza, pasta and salads. It’s very affordable but delectable although the taste is Filipino. Its flavors will not really make you forget your name, but it can give Greenwich Pizza (with its branch just ride beside it) would give them a run for their money. It would be a great establishment to be situated around the romantic plaza I’ve been babbling about. It’s a pity it is right now inside Gaisano Mall. Maybe because it’s the foot traffic that they’re after. The city has several brands of pizza: Yellow Box, Pizza Junction, (Italian resto ), but so far none impressed me and I find them very expensive. Maybe the inexpensive Alberto’s Pizza of Cebu will be a hit in this city.


Cheaper and Filipino version of Sbarro

When it comes to food, there are a couple of inexpensive places that hubby loves coming back for more: Inday Norbing’s specializing in lechon kawali and Pancit Malabon where he loves its kare-kare, Bicol express and a wide variety of Tagalog viands. Sadly we are not big fans of their pancit malabon. Hubby has become a suki to these places.
The stadium is another place hubby and I frequent because it is where we run when we have time. I used to run around our subdivision (St. Francis) but tall grasses (which I may be allergic to) and barking dogs deter me from doing so. The setback when running in the stadium is that there is an access road for vehicles to pass by right outside the track and as you try to catch your breath after a few rounds, you can also inhale the distinct smell of tricycle emissions. Heck, there is even a “legal” section near the gym for smoking. Whaat? a sports center with a smoking area? Beats me!


Despite these foibles, the city has become endeared to me and hubby. Most of the people are also very warm, sincere and hospitable, such as our landlord and landlady, and my gynecologist. Our landlord/lady even readily offered their own home for me to stay when we mentioned that I’ll be spending the last night in a pension house since all our things would be shipped out already, and they’d even offered to drive me to the airport when I leave the place. Ah, such, warm and generous people!
For all these reasons, we will surely miss this place. Goodbye and thank you very much, Roxas City!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Yoga in Boracay

boracay beachboracay beach (Photo credit: Dave Borghuis)
Of all the exercises and physical activities that I have tried, it is yoga (besides running or walking) that I am mad about. Don’t get me wrong, my body is not yet as pliant and toned as the other body twisting fanatics out there but I just get the kick out of attempting to transform my body into a pretzel. It lifts my mood, tightens my flabs, tones my muscles, helps me release toxins from my body (via sweat, burps and gas), and just gives me this great sense of well-being. Whenever I find my spirit down in the dumps, or when I need to calm my nerves or focus on something, or when I feel my waist starting to grow love handles, I roll out my mat and try to recreate as best I can the postures that my yoga teacher taught us in beginner class in Cebu.
Kripa Diva was my first Ananda Marga yoga teacher. Ananda Marga yoga involves gentle postures created to transport the energy up to the brain and brace the body for meditation. This relaxed type of yoga also concentrates on correct body alignment and controlled breathing. Kripa told us that we do not have to feel various body aches after performing the asanas or postures. True enough, I don’t suffer from muscle aches and cramps after mirroring her poses.
Then I went to a yoga class in Boracay...
One fine morning in January of 2012 (when hubby and I are about to move from Roxas to Davao) I went to a class in True Yoga in Station 2 with two energy bars as breakfast. Most, if not all, of the other students were foreigners, mostly Caucasians and a couple of Asians. The youngest was a Caucasian little girl, between the age of 5 to 8 years old with her mom. The oldest probably was the Caucasian bloke beside me, but I can’t guesstimate how old he was.
Anyways, the kind of yoga taught by Louise, the Boracay yoga teacher, was Vinyasa, a very physically active yoga unlike the gentle Ananda. It involves continuous execution of poses while the student coordinates his breath and movement. It was my first time to do this kind of yoga. And boy, challenging was an understatement. Sometimes I caught my arms or legs shaking as my muscles try to put up with my weight and the ridiculous contortions and I just smile, recalling Ketut's (Eat, Pray , Love) advice about making the liver smile during meditation. Louise called my attention a couple of times for wrong poses that were straining my wrists and assisted me in slowly coming down from the plough pose one vertebra at a time.
To cut the long story short, it was one grueling but fulfilling final morning in Boracay. Unlike my previous visits in the beautiful island, I did not swim or indulge in the array of food offerings. But still this visit had a special place in my heart because I did what I always wanted to try there. I left Boracay with a few aches here and there, but very gratifying aches. In just one session I felt my flabs tighten and my mood lifted. Too bad I did not have the chance to capture the experience with my camera. I hope though that that wouldn’t be the last.
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