Quick countryside escape🌳

Hello there! It's me, Mae!

I hope you all are doing well. My last hours in Sipalay before heading back to Bacolod were spent on a quiet hike to Lola’s house, nestled at the foot of the mountain.

The trail was peaceful, surrounded by the sounds of nature and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. It felt like time slowed down just enough for me to soak in the beauty of the countryside one last time.

My Lola, sister, cousin, and I hiked for about 30 minutes. It was quite sunny and hot, but the view made it all worth it. From the trail, we could see both the mountains and the distant ocean horizon stretching endlessly.

Along the way, guava trees lined the path, and the sound of birds chirping filled the air. The area was so peaceful—houses were far apart, and there was a calm stillness that made me feel completely away from the noise of city life. It was the kind of place that makes you breathe deeper and walk slower, just to take everything in.

After a while, we arrived at my Lola’s house—the place where many of my childhood memories were made. A wave of nostalgia quietly swept over me as scenes from the past slipped back into my mind. The familiar scent of the countryside, the texture of old wooden walls, and the echo of laughter from long ago reminded me just how special this place has always been to me.

After a quick rest, my Lola asked us to place the cow under the shade to keep it cool from the midday sun. Then, she told us to gather some fresh vegetables to bring back to Bacolod. It was a simple task, but one that felt grounding—being surrounded by greenery, picking what the land generously offered, and sharing in the rhythm of her everyday life. I have picked some water spinach, taro shoots, taro, calamansi (Philippine lime), jute mallow (saluyot), and lemongrass. There is so much to harvest, everything grown by Lola's own hands. From being a child eating what she used to plant, until I became a woman. I am amazed by how the land continues to provide, much like Lola’s nurturing presence. Every plant and every vegetable, tells a story of hard work and love. It's incredible how these simple moments, like gathering vegetables from the garden, can make you realize the depth of connection to the land and to the past. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the most meaningful things in life come from the simplest tasks.

Then after helping out I took another short rest in the small hut near Lola’s house. It was quiet and breezy. This experience will remain a part of me as I return to the rhythm of city life. The peaceful walk through the mountains, the warmth of being with family and the simplicity of rural living have left a lasting impression on my heart. It reminded me of the beauty in slow moments, the value of hard work and the joy of being connected to nature. As I face the busy streets and fast pace of the city once again I’ll carry this calm within me strengthened by the roots and inspired to find peace wherever I go. This isn't goodbye, it's just a promise to return.

Hoping to see you all again! Bye bye!❤️