The Places You Dream About

The next six weeks are going to flatten self.

First of all, she doesn’t know how this happened, but she is teaching, a lot.

Then, she is going to the Philippines to attend the Philippine PEN Conference in Cebu.

Then she will go to Bacolod and hire a driver to take her the length and breadth of Negros. She wants to go back to the Negros Museum and the Lizares House in Talisay. She wants to re-visit Silay. And she will try very hard not to eat.

Then, here’s the big leap: she will go to Cagayan de Oro to meet the people who publish the late Fr. Bernad’s baby, Kinaadman Journal.

She is in touch with the woman who edits the journal, and when self first broached the subject of going to Cagayan de Oro, this kind woman was enthusiastic and asked self if she wanted a “quiet” hotel, or one near Xavier University. This is certainly a no-brainer: Self indicated she wanted to stay near the university. The woman e-mailed self that there was a street called Divisoria with a night market called “Okey-okey,” where people buy second-hand goods “from abroad” at very low prices. OH, SUPER! Self wants to see this night market!

“It’s a little noisy,” the woman cautioned.

That’s OK. Has anyone ever heard self on a tear? She herself is extremely noisy. In fact, once she gets going, she can never shut her mouth. Just ask hubby.

“And,” the woman e-mailed back, “if you are interested, we also have great white water rafting.”

Seriously? Self is there. She is soooo there.

P.S. Giants won yesterday: isn’t that something? Now they lead the series. There is the unlikeliest of heroes: Cody Ross. Whatever zone he’s in, his bat just seems to magically connect with whatever pitch the Phillies throw at him.

Stay tuned.


  1. October 20, 2010 at 8:04 pm

    This is great. I can hardly wait to hear about this trip!

  2. October 20, 2010 at 11:32 pm


    I think it will be a very interesting trip 🙂

    Will blog during, for sure …

  3. Maya said,

    October 22, 2010 at 11:43 am

    Ukay-ukay! Not quite okey-okey, hahaha! So called, I think, after the Tagalog ‘hukay’, which means ‘to dig’, as in, you need to dig through piles of clothes. They are flea market-type rummage bargain shopping affairs selling last season’s designer (usually) clothes & accessories (Europe, US). Baguio used to be the hot spot for these (it’s even on the city’s tourism page–, but now it seems they have appeared in many other places.

  4. October 22, 2010 at 4:11 pm

    Ha, ha, thank you, Maya! I just took “okey-okey” from the woman’s e-mail!

    I actually thought it was “cute,” but now that I see your comment: oh, of course, it is “ukay-ukay!”

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