What's on my plate

Travel has been scant lately but that’s not to say that I have little on my plate. In fact, my plate has been, quite literally, full.

I had to spend a night at Oakwood Joy Nostalg recently. Since I’m not a big fan of the Oakroom, I walked to nearby Uncle Cheffy for dinner. The restaurant came highly recommended.

Only two tables were occupied that Sunday night but I was assured that the place attracts a decent crowd on weekdays.

I loved the pizza wrap. It had cheese so thick it was threatening to dribble off the thin crust. I asked for extra arugula because its peppery note cuts the umay off the savory ingredients.  

Good for the heart

A heart-shaped wreath from Ate Neneth

When I go to Tagaytay, I usually have only one thing in my agenda: Sonya’s Garden. Sonya is a dear friend. I call her Mother. She must know how much of me is frittered away by city life because when I arrive at her garden, she always, always has me fed straightaway, as if there’s a hole in me that needs filling. And she must be right because when I get there, I am always, always ravenous.

Hotel Review: Radisson Blu

I had high expectations with this hotel because it’s rated no. 1 on Tripadvisor.com among Cebu City hotels. All my expectations were met.

Cebu Lechon Atbp.

I regretted not going to Cebu during the Sinulog but I was glad I went before the earthquake happened. I was with the entire family, after all. It was a quick visit, arranged for the following reasons:

1. Mom and Dad’s 42nd Wedding Anniversary

Very little research went into the trip so my sister-in-law had to get restaurant recommendations from her friends. We ended up at The Gustavian in Ayala Center.

A Fresh Start

I make plans to use the rebounder at the Jungle Gym but opt to relish the little time I have left in my lovely Garden Villa. In bed, I disappear completely under the sheets, hearing only a hush of the fountain from my very own garden as I drift back to sleep.

Good to be Alive!

From the spa, I proceed to the clinic for my capillary scan and live blood analysis. Although I don’t notice much damage from my mostly meat diet and late nights, the blood doesn’t lie. The doctors remark that my blood is one of the palest they’ve seen, indicating iron deficiency and lack of sleep. The cells are clumpy, most likely due to dehydration. I am horrified and make a vow to drink eight glasses of water as soon as I step out of the clinic.

The Farm's Salus per Aqua

Infinity Pool

Floral mandala

After an hour-long siesta, I head to The Farm’s Salus Per Aqua spa. I wait for my treatment at the lobby overlooking an infinity pool that seems to stretch toward the distant cluster of palms.