Thursday, September 11, 2008

Seventh Heaven

It was in the seventh year of my existence that I started traveling.

It was then that I went with my biological father to Baguio City, where I experienced ramp modeling and staying at a very haunted mansion.

It was also the same age I went to Davao City with my grandmother and my aunt to visit our relatives. Riding an airplane for the first time. Having a granduncle clap every time I took a bite of leche flan. Playing and fighting with my cousins. Seeing an eternity of rice grains on the ground. Watching Hawaiian dancers in a bowling alley. Getting confused in their attic's architecture. A scary, impromptu dentist visit.

It has been almost two decades ago, but the memory stays. The love for moving around stays.

The First Step

How does a travel blog begin? I have no idea.

Should I say I love traveling? I do.
Must I mention I have been everywhere? I haven't.
Am I supposed to make a list of places I've set foot on? That's quite impossible, but I'll try.

Why not start this off with scraps of travel blogs I was able to salvage from old blogs? Good idea.
What about retaining the original dates and times as well? Why not?