I've been wanting to see Bohol for as long as I can remember. Even before I was born, our house had always been run by Boholanos and continues to be until this day. Everytime they'd come home from a short vacation, they would bring back stories about their excursions to the Chocolate Hills and the native Tarsiers, about how calm and peaceful it is in their part of the country, and how I should visit the place they're from, seeing that I do quite a bit of traveling. So when an invite from Nena, a sort of long lost friend, popped up on my screen, I eagerly considered the possibility.

I'm really glad that I decided to go. Not only did I finally get to visit the typical tourist-must sees (though passing on the Loboc River Cruise) they have so raved about, but I also discovered so much more about the place - the centuries-old churches and the gorgeous ancestral homes - places that Bohol isn't typically known for. Plus, I also sort of got to give back to the kind, wonderful people who have cared for us and kept our house from chaos for decades.

Oh, and I got to feed a tarsier too! ;-)