Bukidnon my home

I grew up in a pretty modest home but it did not stop me from having all the joys a child should have. We have to improvise on most stuff though.:) I had my share of climbing trees, playing house (balay balay), cooking(luto luto), hide and seek, "reskate", chinese garter, jackstone, looking for spiders and bugs(dulog), tumba lata. Growing up with a gardener for a a grandmother also meant planting sweet potatoes, pechay, cassava, chayote and others. It meant too that during hard times we have to sell sayote at the gulayan for 25 centavos each. During summer months cousins from Managok stay with us. It meant twice the chance of having sayote and sardines(tinapa) for our lunch or dinner, crowded sleeping areas but it also meant twice the fun.

I thought then that all places looked like Malaybalay but when I have to go to Cagayan de Oro for College I realized the difference. Going home every weekend was the chance for me to soak in all up again the beauties of the place which I proudly call home.

After College life allowed little chances for me to visit home often. Nowadays I get lucky to visit Bukidnon once a year and we try to get everything we can from the experience. Hubby loves the place so much for the fruits and the wonderful tennis weather during summer months. Children love the plays on the Capitol grounds and the wonderful scenery. I love the opportunity to be reunited with friends and family but most especially to be on the ground I grew up and love most.

Pineapple plantations and juicy sweet pineapples. Rodeo. Woodstock. Capitol grounds. Kaamulan and the festival.Cold weather. Dewy grasses on early mornings. Crisp sunny afternoons. Colorful sunsets. Wide open spaces. Beautiful green mountains. These pretty much describes what Bukidnon and growing in such a wonderful place is all about.

We may travel on or live in other beautiful places but truly "there's no place like home".