Year Two

Today marks the second year since this blog sprouted from the seeds of a joke. In 212 entries, I have shared some parts of my adventures, thoughts and life story through photos and words. All of which remain and forever be my love letters to the world.

In Year One, I explained the how and why of wanderingbakya and the insanity of my first 100 entries. Since my 101st entry, I have met the inspiring tandem of brothers Sergio Aznárez and Juan Manuel Aznárez Rosado, seen cute religious images, listened to the first and second movements of a symphony (I still do not know the difference, but I enjoyed it), watched live UAAP and PBA games after so many years, eaten the worst pizza in Quezon City, and sold Día del Libro shirts while sweat glistened on my face. I have stayed true to my promise to watch at least one Spanish film or series (not dubbed and without subtitle) per month to hold on to the last vestiges of my Instituto Cervantes education. That last bit, and emboldened by the positive feedback of my Spanish professor, encouraged me to write film and series reviews more frequently.

Some of the places featured on wanderingbakya.com this year.

Some of the events I attended.

Art exhibits, basketball games, musical performances and outdoor events - they called, I answered.

Food that became part of the growth of this blog and of my stomach.

More food to satisfy a rumbling tummy.

Old and new things, some of which are are truly Filipino, some are not.

Some of the movies - Filipino, Spanish and English - featured on this blog.

Politics is one topic I try to veer away from, but the events leading to the 2016 national elections attracted me to one candidate like a moth to a flame. I volunteered for the campaign of president-elect Rodrigo Duterte, and in doing so I actively interacted with people from all walks of life. I listened to personal stories of seafarers, street vendors, janitors, lawyers and businessmen and how and why they supported Duterte, who was then languishing in the fourth place in the surveys. I also experienced the Duterte magic, when people shouted his name as he entered a hot-as-brick-oven room in the middle of a sweltering afternoon. Even my blog felt the magic (and continues to feel it) because all four entries related to him were shared and viewed by many. And I have my brother and Pats to thank for that and more.

My first time to be part of any political campaign was duly documented on this blog.

Many thanks are also due to Hope, the fairy of films and series and chocolates. To Juan, thank you for reading and giving me feedback that is always nicely written. Happy birthday!!! 🙂 To Marcos, that acerbic Yoda that every not-so-young Padawan needs, thank you for the good, the bad and the ugly. To Jed, thank you for sharing our high school photos and your stamp collection. Last but definitely not the least, thank you to Albert, Ares, my brother, and Pats for helping me from the start and for the understanding and patience if I run into a technical trouble or two. 🙂

See you in Year Three.