Another holiday happened, and so the wanderer inside me urged me (again) to travel to some place different from what I've always known.
Yes, this isn't an art museum (technically), but I can't deny the fact that this place has a lot to offer: from the breath-taking views to historical places to its wonderful people and of course, the spanish era theme this place possess, I'm pretty sure Intramuros is another work of art.
I never meant to get lost in this place, nor did I plan a day for this trip, but the moment I sat in the car's passenger seat I knew I had to get away.
Hindi naman importante kung saan. Basta malayo... Basta malayo sa lugar na 'to. - is what I told myself.
And don't get me wrong, I do love my hometown. This (Binangonan, Rizal) is the place I've known since forever, and over the years, I have grown to get attached to it more and more.
But sometimes... It's just never enough. To wander is to discover more of life, and to live the beauty it has to offer.
It's the feeling of getting to experience new things, different sights for my eyes to love, new faces to bump in to, refreshing views that'll take me away for the moment.
The best thing I love about this place is the great distance it has from where I belong. The travel part was no less important, the long tiring road trip (especially the traffic from Buendia to Intramuros) was indeed part of my journey.
A journey planned in hopes that I would find myself... Although it seems like Intramuros had found me first. It found me and told me that Sometimes, it's okay to be lost.
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