Daytrip to Calawag
tuna pies, waterfront boodle fights, and adorable animals
A special part of this trip was seeing Grandma Oping. The last time we had seen her was before the pandemic when she moved back to the Philippines from Oxnard. When we were at LAX, I honestly did not know when we would ever see her again. I was so happy that Mike got to see his lola. She told us that we had to come back for her 100th bday in two years. Here’s to saving money for that trip!
My e-reader was my bff on the trip. I read several books with my eyes and ears in the back of this van. We spotted a fresh pan de sal vendor on a tryke and our uncle made a stop to get us some. The fresh pan de sal was delicious! We then hit a bathroom/lunch break at a local SM for the first Jollibee visit of the trip! Mike got a hamburger steak. I got the infamous Tuna Pie. I love this thing. I wish they had it in the States. I ordered it every time I was in a Jollibee. I didn’t care that I had to wait 10 minutes every time. Deep fry that shit and put it in my veins.
Of course there was a Mango shake consumed. Of course I was in heaven.
The thing about this place was that you could sit in a giant cauldron, like a hot spring. The wait was quite long for one of these cauldrons. I did not want live out being boiled alive, so the wait didn’t bother me. The other thing is a fish foot spa. Yes you put your feet in a pool and fish eat the dead skin. I didn’t want to do that either. I’ve already done it before…yes it’s weird.
Mike’s mom wanted to do this trip because of what she saw on youtube. I’m not going to lie, I thought it was fun. I had seen other videos of tourists going to similar resorts where you eat with your feet in the water or at the base of a waterfall. We picked our picnic table. Hung out in the water. And waited for our meal to be set.
I am not a fan of eating with my hands. I know that is the most anti Filipino thing to say. But I had a babysitter who would yell at me and my cousins as kids about eating with our hands. She scolded us and told us not to eat with our hands because we were in America. She ate with her hands, and when we pointed that out to her, she would reply and say it was because she was raised in the Philippines. She wanted “better” for us. Now…I’d rather not eat with my hands. Unless its like fried chicken or crabs. Gloves are a must in that situation. Luckily the resort gave out gloves.
This resort also had its share of local animal friends. When we arrived this orange tabby that has seen some shit was roaming. Then we found ourselves amongst the whole gang of cats. This pup was coming up to all the tables looking for scraps. There was so much food leftover. My in laws proceeded to give the askal and pusas the leftover pancit and rice.
I had to resist not hugging and kissing these friends. I had to resist doing that all trip because I didn’t want to catch fleas or get bit. I had to settle with making adorable eyes at them the whole time.
LOL! I don't know if "#cookedalive" is a great marketing tool or a bad one. Looks like a very fun trip!