31.7.14

My Last Day of Summer


Summer flew by too fast for me. I had to work all summer long.  I was flitting from place to place doing this and that; meeting people; planning events and generally putting all my fingers in too many pies.  Or cookies. Yep, I was baking, too.  These days, more people are discovering my bakes and there is talk about getting into business with me.  I'm too exhausted to think straight!   


I felt unhinged. I so relate to the woman who wrote about numbing herself from heartbreak.  I was doing just that, with busywork.  I feel a bad day or a spell coming on and I get right down to pressing it down into a little ball and tucking it under so much garbage.  I manage, for a time, but then grow listless and slightly neurotic.  It doesn't help that the couple I was helping plan their wedding (next year) asked me to style them for their pre-nuptual photos (waaay big a deal hereabouts, to be shown at cocktail reception or even in a photo book type invitation) which meant an unplanned (for me) day trip to Subic Bay. Oh they got a professional photographer but didn't feel comfortable.  They were asked to bring clothes for this or that look -sporty casual, elegant dinner duds and some sunset beach promenading. Right! Much too vague for non fashionista couples or those who couldn't care less otherwise. This couple didn't want the pre-nup photos to come out too contrived. Or mushy.  Just think romantic movie moment that won't make you squirm, burst out laughing, grow beet red or worse...lost. Get inspired by these. Props and the right accessories are must haves. Awesome use of scenery is best! 

It turned out fun and there is no denying how therapeutic it is to watch other people stress over in-laws-to-be and wedding details (I can only agree to disagree hehe).  I am also too happy to find myself on a beach on the last day of summer. No, I didn't get to swim. 


We (photographers et al) had to go around Anvaya Cove Beach and Nature Club, a members only resort) setting up for the photo shoot and chasing the light.  
 My role is to make sure the couple was wearing the right outfit and the right color for the backdrop (beach, rocks, shore, swimming pool, bridges, trees and just about anywhere with a bit of romance and drama) and dispense some "posing" tips.

 After my part is done, I am free to walk about and take tons of pictures and marvel at how healing nature scenes (and being alone in the midst of it) can be.


Because right then, walking barefoot on cool water and warm sand, watching the sun turn the skies yellow, crimson, purple and gray and every color in between I finally let myself break.




I came home a little more sane than when I left. And free, finally.   

P.s.  The food at Anvaya is really good.  We would have eaten at the buffet lounge but there's a time limit and there's plenty more photo layouts to get through.  We opted for lunch on the beachfront. 
I had baked potatoes and fries; sizzling sisig (pork cheeks); barbecued liempo (pork belly); sinigang (sour soup) and pad thai (noodles). All my comfort food.
 The wi-fi connection extends way beyond the beach that I was IG-ing like mad while trying not to drop my cellphone into the water.  Neat!
On the way home we had dinner at Bulgogi Brothers at the Harbor Point Mall.  I didn't take pictures - low light won't do the food justice. Plus, we were so hungry and there's still a long (but not that long) ride ahead of us that we ate as soon as the meat started sizzling and browning on the table grill.  I'll take pictures next time! We got Starbucks coffee to go, to take away some of the heaviness from all the eating.  

12.5.14

Mountain High!


I'm playing catch up! Last post I stayed on a hillside home then prayed to high heaven on another (hill). Coming down from Regina RICA our party ate lunch in one more. Someone got on Google to search for a nice place to eat at, one that allows in "baon" (packed food) as long as you order from the menu too.
Sierra Madre Resort came up and it was quaint in a way, a little kitschy with the gilded Greek statues, recycled art pieces (white painted metal "armalite" and guns on a tripod, an incongruous mix), climbable fallen log "bridges" and plastic bottle lamps hung on pine trees.
 
From the road it didn't look like much, just a low bungalow with a sign for the restaurant.
The guard tells you to drive around to the back and the place turned out to be this hilly (yes, again), rolling expanse of green grass, stands of pine and cypress with a wooden deck precariously set on metal pipe frames on one side, above villas and rooms hugging the "terraces" leading down to a swimming pool and an organic salad greens garden.  

A couple of dogs are there too, keeping a respectful distance until you throw them scraps. 
It was almost rustic and reminiscent of Baguio's log cabins but then you look around some more and there's no denying the urge for taking selfies in the gazebo with the tongue in cheek reproduction of the Creation painted on the ceiling, an archway of flowering vine (yellow bells and droopy white flowers) running up to it, flanked by two golden Cupid and and a Venus de Milo/Aphrodite tucked in the shrubbery.
There's a golden girl on a very mossy pond that could be Lorelei - a siren on a rock described in a German legend.  This Lorelei is accompanied by golden egrets.  I'd have thought they're swans in really shallow water so their stick legs look longer.  Or flamingos, except they're not pink.
Did I mention a nice view of the Sierra Madre Mountains? That is, if you overlook some bald mountaintops.
You go down a hanging wooden bridge (some slats are out of alignment) to find a small garden with more statuary and stone (marble?) benches. 
A little ways off is another bridge made of stout nylon ropes - a web for Spiderman wannabes to practice on.  I'd have tried it but I was exploring on my own and there's no one to leave my stuff with.  After a lunch of baon corned beef and tuna omelette, ube puto, Tinapayan breads, grilled chicken and the restaurant's bulalo (bone marrow soup) and liempo (fried pork belly), my companions are either busy reading the paper, taking a nap or chatting at the picnic area. I was the only one walking about.  
 
Besides, I already crossed the hanging bridge with one hand in a death grip with my clutch bag (bad idea to be carrying one but then I didn't know I was going on that kind of a trip). The bridge was swinging in the wind so much I swear I felt vertigo set in when I got to the other side. 
If I weren't alone I'd have followed the path to the jungle and natural falls way beyond. 
Though I am comforted that a huge Virgin Mary seems to say you can safely pass I find I cannot fully trust myself not to remember scenes from The Hills Have Eyes and Turista.  I will explore next time, when I am among more adventurous people capable of saving me haha. Or Sam Claflin. Double haha! I did meet the ice cream man walking up the path. Hmmm.
 
 
Oh, and there was a zip line hooked up from one of the terraces, disappearing through the trees and emerging high above the salad garden and ends at a ramp placed just before the Virgin Mary.  Hmmm, hmmm,hmmm. 
The day we were there, there was mass at the chapel up front.  There were plenty of kids and the choir is mostly kids too.  The altar is filled with different statuettes of the Sto. Nino or baby Jesus in all manner of dress -capes, hats and all.
There was a veddy veddy nice gentleman too, who stopped his chariot for me so I can snap a picture.
So you see, Sierra Madre is a whimsical place which the owner built with a huge childlike heart and just let loose on the fantasy bit.  Works for me! 
Sigh...I live for the days when I get lucky.