Mornings smell of Barako – my earliest travel memory


I started traveling – at least my earliest recollection of getting from point A to point B – when I was around 7 to 9 years old. My mom’s family was originally from Mindoro, an island province off the southwestern coast of mainland Luzon. During┬ásummer and when school’s out, the family, with my aunts and uncles and cousins would spend a good week or two in Mindoro.

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