I read a tweet somewhere that it is okay to be broke if it is because of traveling, to which I completely agree. If there is one thing I am so willing to spend my money on, it is traveling – getting new experiences, meeting new people, eating new food and trying something out of this world. Doing and experiencing things is a lot better than getting things. And I am thankful for yet another year filled with great memories and unforgettable experiences from so many different places.
Have you ever heard of a gastronomic place here in the Philippines where Spanish jamon and wine take center stage? I bet you haven’t. Lucky for us, this is exactly what Txanton has brought to our country. Txanton is the first jamoneria in the Philippines, opening its doors last November. Apart from the finest and rarest wine collections, Txanton have taken the best Jamon Iberico Bellota from four regions in Spain–Guijuelo, Huelva, Valle de los Pedroches, and Extremadura. Now we can have a taste of these otherwise foreign destinations. After all, there is no better way to get to know a certain culture than through its food and, of course, its wine!
Located along Pasong Tamo Extension in Makati, Txanton’s one-of-a-kind shop feels like a museum where all wine cultures and quality Spanish jamones meet.
Paco dela Rosa Torello, a cava wine maker, came to visit Txanton last Oct. 27. His mission: to train our palates to sophistication with his fine range of wines. Born in Barcelona, Spain, the father of three came from the Torello Family Winery tradition. At present, the Torello family owns around 8 to 9 hectares of vineyards, the products of which are 100% organic and natural, carefully harvested and processed by human hands and not by machines.
You wake to find love crushed at your doorstep. As if overnight someone had tried to slip it under but it was too big, too unfamiliar to fit in your chest.
The earth shakes and all the cities under your skin are falling. And no one is around to hear it. Are you still broken if nobody witnessed your collapse? So you carry it with you.
All this crushed love, these quivers of excrutiating pain. And they never tell you how hard it is to lose love in people. How at night you can still feel your heart tugging towards them.
One of mine,
wanting it all to have been a metaphor,
has only fallen listless–
O, to be caught in the middle of the bell curve:
it is smoke and trepidation
in my head.
november was exploring
the space between
hell and home
and mapping out
the earthly constellations
that keeps leading me
back to these ruins;
back to you.
i am stranded on
an island of in-betweens.
this is who i am
and over there is
who i want to be.
Where do I go?
When I’m feeling so lost and I don’t want to be found.
When I’m looking and listening for that peace in my heart.
But I know I’ll never hear that sound.
Where do I go?
Where do I go when I’m trying to laugh but all I can do is cry?
I’m trying to keep on living because I’m not ready to die.
Where do I go because the sun never seems to shine?
Can you give me my life back, it’s not yours, it’s mine?
How do I keep going, how do I fight this fight?
I’m tired of feeling beat down, but I’m trying with all my might!
Where do I go when my head hangs so low?
Please give me an answer because I just don’t know!
Where do I go?
Does it take very long?
For me to find that peace and a place where I belong.
I need you to help me, help me to take a stand.
I’m scared to do it by myself, will you please take my hand?
Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go?
Do you know?