My Village And The Home I Used To Know
There one village that I will never forget. It is the village of my youth. I grew up in a place where a new day’s sunrise gives a refreshing renewal of a weary soul, of sunsets that makes you believe that love is real and hope, a constant gift as abundant as the tropical rain. It is a place of child-like innocence, of smiles so real it can make you cry, of generosity that goes beyond blood and tears, of faith that makes you leap and overcome all odds. A place where you can dream and know in your heart without question that they can come true.
This village is the province of Capiz. A part of Panay Island blessed with so many things as numerous as the sand by the sea where I used to play as a child. Today, we will revisit together the place I called home and will always call home. I can be anywhere in the world but a part of me will always stay in this Island. One day, when the tides are right and destiny allows it, even with my grey hair and frail old bones, I will walk its sands and wake-up with its sunrise day after day. I will laugh like crazy and shout at the top of my lungs, ” At last I’m home.”
Welcome To My Village Of Youth
The sea of many stories. A lot were happy and full of amazing memories. A few, with pain, a reminder that life is not perfect, so are the people you think were your friends and family. In the end, the “real” ones stay and walks with you till the end.
The countryside that reminds me that life can be simple. That happiness is not measured by how much you have but on how much you loved. That treasures are not about having the most cars or jewelries but on how many families and friends who will share with you both the joys and hardships of life.
The city of great times and festive events. The city though small, houses so many grand and exciting events. From Fiestas to major Holidays, the city becomes a vibrant center of fun that is hard to forget.
The vibrant wet market. Nothing can be more exciting than visiting the local wet market. From clams, to prawns to Tuna and sharks, the wet market has it all. Just be ready to glide on water, dirt and slime. Tip? Wear a good pair of slippers and be cautious about slipping and sliding.
Highlights and more. There are images that are hard to forget. Images that reminds you that people can be very creative and use their ingenuity in the most fascinating way.
Sunday Post: Village
Thanks for sharing your time discovering the many facets of the village of my youth. As you can see, the excitement and drama never ends. Can you blame me if I long to go back? Thanks to Jake of Jakesprinters for creating another inspiring theme for this week called “village.” What’s your village story? I bet it’s fun, exciting with so much to offer.
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