Mid-“week-end” well spent

We just recently returned from a two night stay in puerto princesa, lovely palawan. My mother enjoyed it, we too but since its my third time. It’s alright.

Newly renovated airport


Yes, our 1st anniversary was a FIVE DAY WEEKEND!

Nov. 9, anniversary:

Went to beautiful Santa Cruz, an hour away from home. I was seriously looking forward to out roadtrip that doesn’t take forever but equally as beautiful and less stressful as say, Los Angeles (6 hours) or Vegas (10++)


We went to the gravitational anomalous site and had a picnic and hiked. The smell of trees, the sound of nature and my husband’s smooth driving and that getaway with no cellular signal is all we need to refresh our minds from the night before (america apparently has a reality star for their new president).

So this is such a splendid escape and celebration!!

Vegas in bullets

  1. That old saying is true about what happens in vegas stays in Vegas— foodwise that is! All the stuff that I ate should stay in Vegas. I made a log and I was  shocked at the amount of food I ate! It’s all good. Fasting mode is on
  2. A more than 8 hour drive for my hubby equates to my non-stop propensity to sleep. If i were to do it again,  I’d choose to fly over the drive. It’s just too much (yes, all I did was sleep and I’m bitchin)
  3. I even fell harder for my husband for his patience in the long drive. I married an amazing man.
  4. Alcohol was aplenty and my liver is doing good so far.
  5. Hoover Dam was breathtaking. Photos would never do justice. I took it all in and didn’t really shoot a lot of pictures.
  6. All my television production years never prepared me to the amount of cleavage alone on our first night in Vegas—  Strolling around MGM grand, a cornucopia of beautiful people in all shapes and sizes sashayed in their best outfits. I, on the other hand, me and my hubby– strolled around hand in hand wearing sneakers and me lugging a backpack ala Dora the explorer.
  7. No mad shopping took place. For the most part, we enjoyed great food and an amazing show.
  8. Vegas is not jus about booze and getting laid. There’s so much culture in the shows. I immensely enjoyed one of the 7 shows– I’ve always been fascinated by the dedication and training of these wonderful talented artists on stage. I chose Zumanity located in the New York New York Hotel for its “adults only” theme. I heard my pseudo prude sister in law enjoying most of the show.
  9. In a span of less than 3 days- I’ve experienced riding different Uber cars from a Pathfinder, to  an Audi SUV to a huge Suburban. Damn, Uber is really changing the game in travelling.

second regret and I make it sound so dramatic

One of my biggest regrets flying here (aside from bulking my luggage with useless crap)  is not including my trusty insulated tumbler in my luggage. I packed so many shit that I ended up throwing, but I fail to include my tumbler.
I’m attached to that green tumbler, dammit.
We’ve been through so much.
It’s my lifeline during my news writing job at 3am before, having a piping hot kapeng barako within reach.

Being unable to bring my tumbler meant also having  the misery of not getting coffee (which is such shame, because the first hotel we stayed in south san francisco had overflowing coffee 24/7) and  lemon water.
It can also carry water and keep it cool.

Insulated tumbler was always at the top priority of things for me to pack, even on a daily basis.
But now, settled seven thousand miles from home, I still have no tumbler.
That, until last night after recieving a package from amazon.

Look at this beauty. SO perfect in my hubby’s sexy car as well

The grip looked firm and I have yet to review this if it measures up to my previous thermos tumbler. For now, number one thing I’m loving from it is this sexy handle.

The snapseal whatever I have yet to like. The drinking tube makes it exposed to the elements, which is a nightmare for germophobes.

But for this baby that retails for $13 + shipping, and getting it for free from the amazon giftcard I got last Christmas, who the hell am I to complain?