I’ve always enjoyed traveling, but there are some aspects that still make me think twice about packing my bags. I remember a scary takeoff and landing experience a few years ago that made me a bit apprehensive about taking a 14- to 16-hour flight to London last year. I remember a luggage blunder in Singapore that has since made me paranoid about my things. And of course, I’ve seen enough previews of National Geographic's Locked Up Abroad to make me take a lot of extra precautions whenever I travel to a different country. However, I believe that these fears are still quite manageable. Let me share with you how I deal with them: Continue Reading >>
In just a little over a week, I'll be packing my bags and flying to a city I've been so excited to visit since I booked my plane ticket in November. What I'm not looking forward to, however, is the couple of hours I'll be spending in a metal vessel miles away from the ground. But I digress...
While I'm no jet-setter, I have gone on my fair share of long-haul plane rides. And during those trips, I have learned (sometimes the hard way!) how to look presentable even after way too many hours up in the air.
A couple of weeks ago, I was able to go to La Union for the first time. I was assigned to cover the Billabong all-girl surf camp in San Juan Surf Resort, a surfing haven owned by Luke Landrigan. I heard that La Union has pretty good waves, so I was really excited.Continue Reading >>
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I'm sure every child in the world thinks of her mom as the best mother in existence. Naturally, I feel the same way. My mom, Cecile, is the best mom in the world—no questions asked. At just 24 years old (the same age I'll be in a few months), she gave birth to me, her firstborn.
I was told I was a sickly baby, so mom readily gave up her career to stay at home to care for me. I'm sure that must have been a tough decision, but I appreciate the choice she made. Because of that, my siblings and I never knew a life where mom was out of the house on meetings or business trips. Every morning, her face urges us to get ready for school, and every afternoon, her smile greets us at the door. Until now, it's the same story—except we don't get home until well into the night.