Some candid shots taken on our trip to Bohol a couple of months back. It's simply breath-taking.
A replica of the blood-compact ceremony between the islanders and the Spanish settlers. 
This church is said to be 400 years old.
My Ari trying to touch the tarsiers, the smallest monkey in the world.
The long Loboc River.
The humurous side of Mother Nature.
This is the man-made forest.
Sun-kissed family!
The beach at low-tide
I never thought I would be hit that hard but I was. Influenza was brutal. Four long days of feeling miserable and sick was the last thing in my list to welcome 2007. And to make matters worst, my son also had the colds and was running a fever all the time. Instead of feeling hopeless and act on my misery, ARI and I really had a good time. We shared our sickbed so we held hands most of the time. I told him a lot of stories. We checked each others temperatures or simply cuddled together. Strangely enough, we let the old year passed and welcomed 2007 without any complains. Jon deserved all the credits for taking excellent care of us. Hats off for you, TART!
