Barcelona: Our Great Catalunya Experience

the highway we drove from Andorra to Barcelona with scenic mountain backdraft.

Our drive to Barcelona.  Unlike the drive to Andorra that was somehow adventurous yet terrifying, our drive to Barcelona is calmer. Yes, we have switchbacks too, and sometimes we don’t know if we are ascending or descending, but I knew for a fact that we were going down since I felt that gravitational pull from the way the car was moving. The road to Barcelona from Andorra was scenic- filled with mountains, pasturelands and small villages. Driving the highway we saw what resembled to be the Italian dolomites. We stopped briefly at a rest area and took some photo and just enjoyed the beauty of the countryside. Then off again. 3 hours later, we met the hustle and bustle of the city of Barcelona.

Truly a Five Star. We arrived at the Cotton House Hotel and attempted to check in right then but our room was not ready so we decided to just leave our luggages and explored the city. We didn’t go far, then we went back and tried checking in again.  By this time, we had our room ready. Man oh man… Bob really knows how to splurge to get the best room! Booked at a 5-star autograph collection series, our hotel was at the heart of Barcelona; central to all the “must sees” we tried to see- all within the walking distance. The reception… the bar… and the hotel room and its amenities, just fabulous! We were very pleased.

Top: The interior of our hotel room;

Bottom: L-R Our sumptuous paella #3 and #4 at Restaurante 7 Portes; and the vibrant Plaza Palau

When done unpacking and refreshing, we hit the town again. First stop- Barcelona Cathedral.  Located at the gothic quarter of Barcelona, this church is built between the 13th to 15th century.  Among the churches we saw this trip, this I would say is the grandest in terms of religious artifacts. I would say, similar to the Cathedral we saw in Santiago, Chile.  They are old and intricate, and overly satisfying visually. The climb to the rooftop was an added bonus. We got the view of the city, and the different architectures-old and new- that were thriving to this vibrant place.

When we finished exploring the catherdral, we continued to walk outside the city discovering paseos/alleys. They are quite similar to the old city of Montpellier; though different in architectural aesthetics, they resembled some similarities. I was enjoying it. Then we headed towards the marina in search of the Restaurante 7 Portes. When we were at the hotel upon check in, we asked the concierge and they recommended a few best places to eat paella and we chose this one. This did not disappoint- we savored a nice vegetarian (for Bob) and Black Paella (for me) with cold Catalonian white wine. That was quite a dinner from a topnotch place on a busy night. We were lucky to get a table with no reservation.😉

Left: The facade of the Barcelona Cathedral from a nearby street;

Top R: La Monumental Bull Arena

Bottom R: Casa Mila, a Gaudi masterpiece;

After we had a filling meal, we continued walking through the alleys looking for the Cathedral by the Sea. Bob and I are avid Netflix viewers, and one of the series we’ve seen was “La Catedral Del Mar” which was set in Barcelona and a real, non-fictional church. Its story was heartbreaking yet hopeful. We made sure that, at least we see this church whenever we get to Barcelona; we almost didn’t as it was almost 5PM by the time we got in, and the staff started to turn off lights, barricading the altar, and telling people in Catalan that they were closing the premise. It was brief, but glad we were able to see its inside.

Then we walked again through the paseos until we tumbled into Plaza Palau where lively music from the restaurant in all four corners were playing. Like the Grand Place in Brussels, there were tables and chairs around the central square set up for people who would like to dine. We attempted multiple times to get a seat and enjoy a drink or two of Spanish cervezas hoping to enjoy people watching but were denied. Dinner only they said🤣. So we settled a nice drink in the hotel bar instead. Then we called it a night and went back to our room.

Left: The facade of the La Cathedral Del Mar;

Top R: another Gaudi’s design- Casa Batlló.

Bottom R: The Spanish Arc d’ Triomphe in Barcelona

We must have slept so good. When we woke up, it was past nine.  We got ready and we headed to the nearby La Monumental Bull Arena. I have only seen bull fights on screens, Bob had seen a real one with Bernard in Neems back in the 90s. There was so much to take in as we walk into the empty arena. Sitting on one of the seats, I can’t help but wonder how it was inside in its hey day with obviously loud crowds and the toros/bulls fighting. We walked through the entirety of the arena. We saw the areas where matadors sought safety during the fights, the premium seats for the elites, and the seats for common people who still would watch the show. Then we walk behind the main arena and also saw the place where the bulls were kept, fed and bred. As for matadors, the small kitchenette, their locker rooms, and a small chapel- perhaps to say their last prayers?

The last bullfight in this ring was seen in 2011. After a local law passed banning all bullfights in Catalonia including Barcelona. This place is kept to preserve and for visitors to see the once prominent game of bullfighting as part of the Catalan’s rich culture.

When we finished wandering the arena, we headed to nearby Carrer de Sardenya, the street closer to Sagrada Familia. We took the opportunity to eat some food since we didn’t have breakfast. Our tour of the basilica was slotted not until the next couple of hours.  I had some Cold Mussels and Bob had Strawberry Shortcake and Apple Pie. This place maybe a hole on the wall, but I kid you not, the food was as good as we had last night.

Top L-R: The main entrance of SAgrda Familia; The altar and the massive pillars/columns;

Bottom L-R: the ceiling/canopy of the basilica; Bob and I trying to be corky while heading down the spiral staircase;

The Basilica of Sagrada Familia.  And then it’s time for the most awaited tour.   Before we entered the basilica, Bob and I went around the entire premise- the front, the sides, and the back to get a full scale of how big the church was. It occupies an entire block to simply describe it. One thing that I noticed by doing that was there were so much religious artifacts found outside. From the walls to the ceilings and steeples. Sculptures of the saints, the nativity, angels and gargoyles- some old and some new; it’s like a charcuterie of all things religious.

For those who don’t know, Sagrada Familia is known for being the largest basilica in the world that up to date, is under construction- continuously being built since the 1800s. Evidently, you can see it from almost every corner of the city. While we were walking and while we were at the roof of the Cathedral of Barcelona, its pompous appearance is visible everywhere.

When we got inside, It was massive. The ceiling was so high- but I immediately noticed that the basilica has minimal design. Couple of things I learned from the audio I was listening to: 1. the large display of artifacts outside was intentional- so people are enticed to go inside and pray and could focus on with less visual distractions 2. Gaudi (the architect that designed this basilica) intended to have the place of worship resembles the forest. The tall massive pillars of the church are similar to the mightiest trees we see in the deepest part of the woods. They branched out and form canopies through the ceiling- like the trees that protect you from the elements. You will notice this when you’re immersed inside. It was a unique and interesting vision. But personally, not what I expected of how it would be.

Our tour continued to one of the towers. The elevator lead us to a spiral stairs of one of the steeples; there were multiple stops that allowed us to see the city. Looking outside of the basilica gave us a different perspective of the city as compared to when we were at the rooftop of the cathedral.. In one of the platforms we stopped, we saw from the horizon there was a storm looming not far from us. Dark grey clouds that blanketed the city’s buildings. Of course my camera was ready😂!  Quite a scenery to experience.

It started raining by the time we were heading down. As it poured, we continued our tour inside- witnessing some 3D presentations and future rehabilitations and projects for the church. With no end in sight, Bob and I decided to walk and braved the rain with a brief stop to the souvenir shop to buy an umbrella for Bob (I have one)- the rain will not ruin our trip. We  headed to two of the famous houses that Gauldi also designed.- The Casa Mila and Casa Batlló. From the outside we noticed how crowded it was for both the houses (which were a block apart)- so we didn’t bother going in- besides, we didn’t have advanced reservations. 😂

Top: The Seafood Paella; Myself sautéing the ingredients;

Bottom L-R: Beet and Watermelon Gazpacho; Bob mixing the ingredients with the help of the lady from South Dakota;

It was too early for dinner but too late for a big lunch so we decided to have another tapas. We had some Fish Fritto and Calamari partnered with red and white sangria. Light meal after the crazy long walk from the rain. After that we went back to our hotel and recharged since the rain seemed to be not stopping. Around 8PM we decided to eat at a nearby La Panella Restaurant- another one of the medium upscale place. I ordered for my Tomato and Mozzarella Cheese Salad along with Steak while Bob had Fish. Of course we savored them with a glass of local draft beer. Another excellent dinner I should say.

Making our own Spanish Paella. The following day we woke up again around 9AM. We retraced our steps close to the cathedral since our cooking class was towards that area. Yes, we signed up for a cooking lesson and we are going to learn how to cook Paella🙂. Since we got early, we explored more of the alleys. Then it was almost eleven so we decided to head back and waited until our class started.

There were about twelve people in the class from different parts of the world but predominantly from the United States. After our individual introductions, we got to work. We peeled vegetables, cut them, and on to the actual nit and grits of cooking. Actually, there were more than a paella that we made that day. This class thought us how to make Beet and Watermelon Gazpacho, Tortilla de Patatas (Potato Omellete), Paella de Marisco (Seafood Paella), and Catalan Creme. I will admit and I am biased, all were delicious and mouth-watering. It was a fun-filled five hours learning to make Spanish dishes. Truly a great experience.

Bob and Jun are our names… Food is our game 🤣.

Since we were stuffed from all the food we cooked, we decided to go to Mercat de la Boqueria to buy my saffron. This is the key ingredient in making Spanish Paella and very expensive in the US. I paid 30Euro for a small bottle. From here we took a cab to go to Park Güell. Thinking that this park needs no reservation to enter, it was late when we realized that the tickets were sold out for the day. Ho hum… no park this time😢. The only consolation we got was- the park was located uphill, and we have the view of the sea from the street we were walking. We just decided to go back to our hotel and rest for a bit. Around seven when we walked again and tumbled upon the Arc de Triomf of Barcelona. Simple, not grand like the ones in Paris or Montpellier. It has a different material too- red brick. This must be nice at night when the entire promenade is lit up.

The weather was pretty much the same as yesterday; overcast then rain and wet. While walking around, we decided to have a light dinner at Mescat- a tapas restaurant.  What supposedly light meal (since we had so much to eat on our cooking class) ended up big and heavy😂. Fish Fritto, Grilled Padrano Pepper, Eggplant, Tomato and Goat Cheese Salad, and Callos were the dishes we savoured on our last night. By the time we left the restaurant were packed and people were on the queue waiting to be seated. Since it was still  raining, we just headed back to our hotel, continued packing and ultimately watched a television show. This was our last night in Barcelona.

Epilogue:

Our flight back home was met with many challenges. It started with driving in a bicycle lane in Barcelona… Heading to the wrong terminal which took us forever to get back to the right one… Returning the car which were flagged because of the tiny chip on the windshield that we never knew of… The last leg of our flight (Miami to Orlando) being cancelled and had us ended up renting a car with ridiculous rental fee. But despite all that, Bob and I got home safely with so much gratitude that our trip went well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained Bob said. ❤️

Sagrada Familia as seen at the rooftop of the Barcelona Cathedral.

US Virgin Islands: A Tropic Paradiso

We are celebrating Bob’s birthday. It started on Thursday April 13th, when we made a short trip to St Leo Abbey in Pasco County. Bob and I attended the vespers rendered by the Benedictine monks and the regular mass the following day. We also took a short walk in River Rapids Trail at Hillsboro State Park at Zepyrhills, Florida. It was a short meaningful (and spiritual) Trip.  On the day of his actual birthday, I didn’t work and just spent the day with him opening his gift and his birthday cards with me and the fur kids with him.

This year, for our yearly birthday get away, we headed to the Caribbean’s tropical paradise. Our first trip to St. Thomas/St. John US Virgin Islands. The night before our flight we stayed in Orlando so we didn’t have to wake up super early for a 645AM departure. The flight from Orlando to Miami was smooth; at one point I thought that we will never make it as the line at TSA was long and we were crunch of time. But of course, my worries were invalidated as we were at the gate 10 minutes of the boarding time.

the view of St. John, USVI from our deck at Westin St. John Resorts

At Miami, the St Thomas flight was delayed. Bob and I kinda knew it as there was no plane at the gate when on the monitor its only 11 minutes before boarding. By the time it came, and off loaded the passengers and boarding us, and staying significant time at the runway, it was more than an hour. But after 2hr and 40mins up in the air, we landed at St Thomas. Its been a while since I experienced deplaning at the tarmac, so its kinda like cool walking to the gate. Reminds me of the local flights in small airports in the Philippines and Costa Rica.

Surprisingly, there is a Westin St John kiosk at the airport, where then we confirmed our villa reservations and our ferry ride.  A private limousine van took us to Red Hook, where the port to St John is located. It took us 45 minutes to get there. The fun part of the ride was the long winding roads and very steep switch backs! It was like being in a roller coaster ride at Disney. Oddly enough, the driver seems pretty used to it and was never bothered. Cheap thrill I may say.

The fifteen minute ferry ride to Westin St John Villas wasn’t bad. It wasn’t a bumpy ride either. The Caribbean waters amaze me- always green and pristine.  It took us a short 15 minutes until we set foot to Westin’s private dock; saves us the usual hustle of  off loading. They have free Cruzan drinks by the way.

Once we got to our room and checked in, we refreshed ourselves, rested for a bit and headed to Lemon Grass-one of the restaurants in the property for our dinner.  It was a Caribbean dinner buffet and I gorged myself with double servings of seafood paella, grilled mahi-mahi, BBQs and ceviches as Bob had some of them too. We enjoyed our dinner with white wine and with the beautiful live music of Caribbean beat. Then we headed back to our room after.

Day 2.

I have always been an early riser, so while Bob was still in his sleep with no dogs fighting on a king bed, I took the courage to jog in the steep hill. It was actually a good work out. When I returned, Bob was already having his coffee and so I joined him.

With a flexible agenda, we decided to do a bit of hiking. We chose Caneel Hill which trail starts by the town.  It was a little over an hour of a hike to the overlook.  On top you can see the south of St John. It was beautiful and panoramic. The color of the water is just magnificent, even from 700ft up view. We stayed on top for about 20minutes and began our descend. We were debating wether to complete the loop for another mile and a half to exit on the other side of the trail, or just go back to the same trail- in the end we decided to choose the same trail as we climb up.

The pristine, Turquoise water of Hawk’s Nest Beach at Caneel Bay, St. John’s, USVI.

One thing that caught me off guard here in USVI is the price of the taxi. For reference, the taxi is similar to the jeepneys we have in the Philippines, but charges an enormous dollars per person; Say a 3 mile single trip from point A to point B is averaging to about $10. I should have known when I paid $14 to a smoothie equivalent to a Slurpee from 7/11 that costs a couple of dollars. I just shook my head.😂

my favorite photo while aboard the sail boat waiting for the sunset behind us.

So we took the taxi from the town to one of the most beautiful beaches I have seen- the Hawk’s Nest Beach by Caneel Bay. Here I enjoyed swimming the most- calm, Turquoise and clear water. It was cool and refreshing. I could really get used to this. While resting, we looked into our map of where to go next and found a spot with an over look not far from the beach so we decided to walk up. The hill that overlooks Hawk’s Nest Beach was equally mesmerizing.  As we walk further, we discovered Peace Hill- another spot where you can see a 360 view of the bay and the other small islands.  Peace Hill is an old windmill site.  After sometime in this area, we headed back to Cruz bay-the main town, and ate lunch and then went back to our room to rest.

Later that afternoon, we took a sail boat to watch the sunset.  Bob has the habit of coming up with surprises, and even though this is partly a celebration of his birthday, he is the one that ends up surprising me.  That evening we sailed into the sunset while sipping unlimited champagne, drinking local beers, eating hors d’oeuvres (including caprese mozzarella cheeseballs, ceviches, corn dips and chips and sliders) aboard a 55-foot catamaran in Great Cruz Bay in the Caribbean with the best partner in the whole-wide world.  This was such an experience; we returned and ended our night  with our hearts being full.

sunset on board the 55-foot catamaran at Cruz Bay in the Caribbean islands of USVI.

Day 3.

the view of the south side of St John atop Windmill Bar. USVI.

I woke up early on our third day at the island still ecstatic with our experience the previous night.  I decided to go out and wait for the sunrise as I took pictures of the shore. Once done, I headed back to our room and joined Bob with his coffee again. Then we both prepared for our appointment.

After our meeting with ownership updates, Bob and I went to Windmill Bar in Cruz bay for lunch.  Again, the ride to the top- with all the switch backs; Bob and I would just look at each other as if we’re on a roller coaster ride. Up the Windmill Bar was equally beautiful also . With the cloudless sky, you can see a clear view of the smaller islands of the Virgin Islands.  It’s hot and we’re sweating! But there was little breeze to ease that out.  We took our time with our lunch as we enjoy our landscape. When we were finally done, we headed our way and took the taxi to Honeymoon Beach located at Caneel Bay.

Honeymoon Beach, unlike the ones we have at the Villa and Hawks’ Nest Beach, is a popular one.  It was almost 4pm when we arrived and the place was still relatively packed.  Since the last shuttle leaves at 5PM, Bob and I only stayed there for 30 minutes to enjoy the water and the sun. Then we waited for the shuttle to take us back to the entrance and hopped on another one to bring us to our resort.  That night, we decided to just eat at the resort restaurant and called the night.

Day 4.

the shopping street at Charlotte-Amali in St Thomas, USVI. The beautiful doors are the best part for me.

Oh Man!!! This was our fourth day! The day we planned to explore St Thomas. This was our last full day here at St John, and as we woke up- we just chill while drinking coffee as our Ferry to St Thomas doesn’t leave until 10AM.

From the ferry station at St Thomas, it was about 40 minutes to the shopping malls. We were dropped off around 1045 and have to be back at the same place by 3PM.  Bob and I decided to head to Glady’s Cafe- the restaurant the concierge from Westin recommended.  I had a flavorful Caribbean dish of Curry Goat 😊 and banana daiquiri. It was actually turned a great meal. Once done, we navigated the streets of Charlotte-Amali. For those who know me, I have fascinations to old doors, and this place did not disappoint.  AS we walk at the old streets, all I see are big wooden doors of European influence attached to the old buildings.  Some are painted, some maintained their rustic, original coats.  Oh I’m in heaven! We walk few more places and was hoping the church of St Peter & Paul was open (but it wasn’t) until we decided to start getting our souvenir shirts and ornaments at the different stores at the strip. The heat was also too excruciating that we decided to just find a place to kill time until our shuttle arrived.  When we finally got back to the resort, we took one more plunge at the beach… The last of our Caribbean experience until next time.

Julie Finally Found Her Geenee

Two weeks ago I attended a wedding in Paris. This is no ordinary wedding that I usually attend.  This one has soft spot in my heart for two reasons:  one its an LGBTQI wedding- it is not every often I go to one;  two and most importantly, it is my niece’s.

I would like to think that Julie Ann is a very private person. But when it comes to matters of family and the heart, she would call and ask about my thoughts. After all, she once told me that she does look up to me- that I inspire her. I never knew exactly when she came out; what I remembered was that one day she was talking about something that pertained to her celebrity crush, and when I asked her if she’s gay- she laughed. I knew then she is, but I didn’t pursue asking. I wanted her to come out on her own time and her own terms- when she’s ready and comfortable.

I don’t know much about Geenee.  It was only recently that I see her when Julie Ann would  FaceTime me.  From how I perceived her, she’s timid.  She is the exact opposite of Julie Ann. But meeting her personally two days before the wedding, I could say she is the sweetest.  She is very accommodating and friendly- in a shy way.

I can’t remember exactly when Julie Ann came out, but I remembered during my last visit in Paris in spring of 2018, I learned that Julie Ann ended her then relationship. And shortly after, met Geenee.  As an uncle I have the best intention for my niece so I advised her to take things slowly, discover the fun of getting to know each other, and enjoy a company of being stress-free.  I gave the same advise- I’d like to think- I practice with my husband, “not sweating the small stuff.”  Fast forward to four years later, here they are tying the knots.

The wedding day itself was beautiful. It was a perfect Paris weather- not too hot (yet as it was 930AM) and not cold; just a gentle breeze in that morning. The sun was up when we left the hotel to the city hall.  Our party was greeted by both of the brides’ closest friends and families.  For sometime we gathered, took photos, and got to introduce to some of the brides entourage until we proceeded to the hall and waited for the ceremony to start shortly after.  Obviously the ceremony was in French, and was a lot different from what I normally attend in the US or in the Philippines, but indeed beautiful.  I spoke briefly with Julie Ann before the wedding rites, and asked  if she’s excited- she said she’s rather nervous. I told her that it was normal and it will go away. There were few funny incidences during the ceremony that I thought were good stories to tell once the wedding was over. Over all, It was an intimate occasion with a light touch of comedy.

The reception was equally as great as well.  There was a mini-processional and attestations at the hotel courtyard aside from the official ceremony at the city hall.  Then came the fun part when the bridesmaids, brides’ men and the brides were introduced. The TikTok dance coming out was totally fun!  For a moment  I felt I was really old! My wedding was totally different from this, considering it isn’t even ten years ago.  There were a lot of dancing and drinking after the food and desserts were served. I am truly happy that Julie and Geenee were surrounded of people that support and matter to them most on their special day. I am so proud of what these two ladies put together to make their wedding day great and memorable.

As a parting wisdom I read them my favorite verse- 1 Corinthians 13:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, It is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

I can only hope that these words guide them through as they begin a new life together.  

Congratulations to the newly weds!

Love is Love

Love is Love. 

Today marks my 7th wedding anniversary to my husband Bob.  As I wake up and reminisce, it seems like it was only yesterday.  June 15, 2013 at eleven in the morning to be exact, we tied the knot at the beautiful Harding Allen Estate in Massachusetts.  

I could say that our story was not a walk in the park as we have faced many challenges along the way. The long distance, the language barrier, the difference in cultural backgrounds to name a few. But being gay and being part of the LGBTQ community perhaps was the biggest hurdle we had.  Our family and friends know the ordeal of our story; on how difficult the pursuit of happiness in the land of the free as a gay person. 

To some that barely know us, Bob and I met sixteen years ago when marriage equality was still a discussion in this country. At that time, being in love is not enough for us to get married. Because of the then Defense of Marriage Act Law (which defined as marriage only between man and woman), we can’t just walk down the aisle and live under one roof like any man and woman that share the same love.  Instead, ours was threatened to come to an end because of what the law said and not what our hearts dictate. Not being born from the US soil made it more difficult in my end so we kept our relationship on the down low. With faith and love, our patience came into fruition when the stars aligned together for us in 2013- the year that the US Supreme Court granted same sex the equal rights to marriage. Surrounded by family and great friends, we said, “I do.”  

That was seven years ago.  Looking back at the picture as a whole, our marriage will not be possible if not for the collective efforts initiated by Human Rights and Marriage Equality fighting for what is lawfully right to every citizen of this country. Marriage equality for everyone regardless of sex, gender and ethnic origin.   But mostly, we may never made it if one of us gave less effort or had given up fighting  to make our hopes and dreams become reality. In the end, love always wins. 

Happy Anniversary to my husband and Happy Pride Month to our LGBTQ family!!!❤️🌈❤️🌈

Sunset at Old Pier at the River Walk. Sanford, FL. 06-08-2020This long exposure photo taken after a heavy rain depicts tranquility and calmness of the water after the storm. Similar to what we’ve been through in the last sixteen years as a gay coupl…

Sunset at Old Pier at the River Walk. Sanford, FL. 06-08-2020

This long exposure photo taken after a heavy rain depicts tranquility and calmness of the water after the storm. Similar to what we’ve been through in the last sixteen years as a gay couple. I would like to think that the old pier was like our relationship that is able to weather al the elements that came through. The sunset is the beautiful reward after the storm.

ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL

Around January, my partner and I planned to visit some National Parks in New Mexico and parts of Arizona and Colorado.  In the past couple of years, we have been making big trips during second week of April to early parts of May.  Our birthdays are two weeks apart (He’s on second week of April and I am first week May), and we have decided to do major travels on those time in celebration of our special days.  But this year’s trip has to be cancelled about a month ago (as our lives has to be detoured and needed the timeout to accomplish something else), and just chose to go local this time instead.  So we decided to explore NorthShore’s areas of Gloucester and Rockport. 

The day started fine. With so much rain in the last couple of weeks, to finally see the sun as we woke up is a good start.  After packing, and bringing the girls to the dog sitter we headed to our destination. Two and a half hours later, we were at Rockport.  Both of us were hungry so we grabbed a quick lunch then started walking the streets after.  Rockport is a charming place; hence I took my camera out and started taking photographs as we wander around. The first that captured my eyesight and took time to appreciate is Motif Number 1 in Bradley Wharf. This is the most painted place in America.  Artists draw inspirations from this picturesque setting.  And just like others, I decided to set my tripod and captured some images. After a number of shots, the unimaginable happened! The tripod fell off and broke my filter and an expensive camera lens. Shocked and disappointed with the accident, my partner and I decided to go back to the car so I could change lenses. While walking, he was the greatest pacifier I ever needed. I couldn’t be happier. We continued walking and strolling the place then decided to proceed to our hotel in Gloucester, rest for a bit and watched the sunset across the street. It was beautiful. A great panorama to end his Birthday despite of.

That night, I started contemplating on things (or not things) I should be grateful for. Sometimes in my (or our) egocentric attitude I (we) tend to forget what really matters most.  I was very thankful that I have a partner that I have been celebrating birthdays with in the last 14 years. My emotions (towards earlier incident that caused a broken camera lens and filter) almost ruin our short birthday getaway, and yet he has the most understanding attitude towards it. He kept and continuously keeping my feet on the ground and checks me all the time. He is a wonderful partner, friend and husband and I am a one lucky man! 

Motif No.1 at Bradley Wharf, Rockport, Massachusetts 04.16.2019

Motif No.1 at Bradley Wharf, Rockport, Massachusetts 04.16.2019

LOVE PERSEVERES

I was having a second thought whether I should write something about Valentine’s day. I didn’t really want to sound like a cliché as February 14 is approaching and be part of the mainstream celebration.  Then I realized why not- after all, in my 43 years of existence, I have witnessed so many people fall in love in many forms.

Love Perseveres. My parents had been married 48 years when my Mom passed away. Their love endured. My father was a good provider, but with five children, it wasn’t enough. My mom supplemented through a lot of side jobs what my Dad fell short with. We are not a perfect family- we were faced with many challenges, and as a young kid, I have seen my parents many times lost their patience to a lot of things. They fought, but in the end, they remained each other’s strengths.  Their love persevered. 

Love is kind. In the last few months before my best friend succumbed to ovarian cancer, her husband has been by her side all the time tending to even the smallest request she would ask him- “get me some water... cook me some food… scratch my back..etc.” My best friend was very independent, and would never capitalize from her disease but I saw how her personality changed from the chemo drugs she took. Yet, her husband never complained about all these nuisances she caused him. For him all these favors she asked were nothing compared to how she braved her disease. In the end she was defeated by her illness but their relationship left us a proof of how their love was patient and kind. 

 Love is Love.  Then comes my own love story. Unlike my parents’ and my bestfriend’s love stories, mine weathered a different storm but nothing compared to the two I described previously.  My partner and I met each other online in 2005. We kept a long-distance relationship until I moved in the US in 2007. When work brought me to Connecticut, it continued to a semi-long-distance relationship.  I worked four days a week and commuted back to Massachusetts after my shift and spent a three-day weekend with him. This ran for almost 7 years. Distance was not only our challenge.  Though we have expressed genuine love for each other, back then our kind of love could not marry because of the then Defense of Marriage Act/DOMA which prohibits gay marriage.  When this law was repealed in 2013, we tied the knot- our families and friends were our witnesses as we celebrate this momentous event.

Each person I know- whether family, friends, colleagues and patients- I always ask them about their respective relationships and how they maintain a lasting one. The one response that stuck with me and tries to apply on my own is to love unconditionally. On our wedding day and perhaps yours too, one of the passages read to us was that from Corinthians 13:4-8. My partner and I are now almost six years married, and we always try to live everyday with the message from the passage:

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 Happy Day of the Hearts!

 

 

 

Sunrise at Daytona Beach, FL

Sunrise at Daytona Beach, FL