Chocolate Hills. This viewing deck on top of the highest hill
may now be a ruin but it surely is cemented in our thoughts
when we were enjoying the cute drops of mint hills (they're green not chocolate colored)
after climbing more-than-a-hundred steps. Taken November 2009, our family entourage was joined
by my 83 year old Lola who was serenaded by Lobor River Cruise singers
that day because it was here birthday and by my nephew who was 3 years old at the time.
The oldest and youngest of our troop posed by the door of Baclayon Church.
They froze the beauty of the intimate detail of the structure with them.
The dance troupe of Loboc was also joined by Boholanos of the community;
they are of all ages from children to grandmas...
My Father in Bohol's Butterfly garden.
It can be everywhere but it was here where he was tickled like this.
Bohol's hanging bridge.
Timeless. No words can express the happiness and pleasure of my Grandma.
Classic. No words are necessary for the amusement of this Little Boy.
Just look at the O form of his lips...
We posed here at Baclayon Church.
We passed by the other churches but this is where we chanced to get down...
The shrine of the blood compact.
The tale to tell when one get home.
Where's the long broomstick now?
Going down the highest hill of Chocolate Hills.
One step at a time.
My cousin enjoyed her bamboo dance called
Tinikling, perhaps her first!
This is said to be the face of Fr. Pio, says the guide.
Figure out yourself please.
Architectural, historical and religious structure may have fallen
but we will always pray that the spirit and determination of the people of Bohol will not.
Tragedies come and when they go, we thrive and grow as a people. Filipinos do.
We will pray for the full recovery and restoration of this historical place of Bohol,
a top destination place in my heart.