A Place called HOME

I'm always proud to be from Bicol Region, though I'm away from home half my life due to my work...but when I got the chance to go home, I make it a point to give time to my family, and go around the place to reminisce...Last week I went home. I spent New Year with them. I can't imagine the happiness my mother felt when me and my sister decided to to be with her to celebrate new year. 

New Year 2012 was unforgettable...it was like a reunion for us, though three of our siblings were not there, and of course our father...still we're happy, of course with the presence of my makukulit nieces and nephews...the food we prepared...the non-stop bonding and laughter...the strolling around our barrio...etc. And I thank God I got the chance to be home during the holiday season. No one or nothing can beat the happiness we felt in that particular moment. Thank you Lord for the chance:))

The family I love the most. They're my inspiration specially my mother.

 

What a beautiful green rice fields! Farming is the main source of living of the people here in our barrio..I used to harvest palay in my teenage years (just reminiscing...)

 

 And I love Pili nuts. It is one of our famous tree/fruit here in Bicol Region. It can be made into candy, pili tart,  flavors to any food, toppings...etc.

Everywhere you go here in Bicol, you can see coconuts. We have lots of these that's why we are famous of cooking ginataang ulam.

 Anahaw, the Pamabansang Dahon...

 Our town Parish church, St Michael Arcanghel