The soothing solemnity of Virgin Beach Resort

Aside from the usual "beat the heat" summer mantra, why do families really go to the beach? To have fun, of course! But there is one other reason you might have missed: hitting the beach is not all about swimming. It's to relax and unwind. However, most popular beach resorts today are crowded and humming with all sorts of fun activity. This is especially true during the summer season. Not that we're complaining, but various families, especially the moms and dads of the world, have various tastes when it comes to beach resorts. Many parents going to summer excursions are, more often than not, dead-tired and sore due to their humdrum routine in the city. We can't blame them to look for some quiet time in beaches.

We were very fortunate to have experienced this rare kind of solemnity in Virgin Beach Resort in Barrio Hugom, San Juan, Batangas.

Little Juanito welcomes you all to Virgin Beach Resort!

Virgin Beach Resort overlooking clean and serene Sigayan Bay.

Towards the northeast.

Towards the southwest.

Located in San Juan, Batangas, Virgin Beach Resort is one of the most well-known self-contained beach establishments in the province. Actually, San Juan became a popular tourist destination in Batangas mainly because of its top-rate white-sand beach located in five contiguous barrios: Hugom, Laíya Aplaya, Laíya Ibabao, Baluarte, and Imelda. Together, these five barrios share what is probably one of the country's longest, white-sand beaches which extend all the way to the Municipality of Lobô to the southwest. And despite the fact that this long coastline is shared by the above-mentioned five barrios, people still call it Laíya Beach probably because a large chunk of it belongs to both Laíya Aplaya and Laíya Ibabao. But Virgin Beach Resort is located in Hugom.

We visited the resort during Mómay's recently concluded 11th birthday last May 13. We left Pacita Commercial Complex in San Pedro Tunasán, La Laguna at half past midday via van (only ₱100 per person) and reached Lipâ, Batangas in only an hour because we used the Southern Tagálog Arterial Road. From Lipá City's old town proper, we rode a jeepney going to San Juan (fare: ₱58.00). Travel time from Lipá to San Juan was about an hour and a half. We had a brief lunch at a local Jollibee outlet before taking another jeepney near the public market which took vacationers to the municipality's famed beach resorts (fare: ₱50.00). The traffic-free trip from the town proper to Laíya Beach is more or less half an hour. The journey to the beach features a relaxing view of San Juan's pastoral scenes.

Upon checking in, we chose a bamboo cabana, a thatched-roof hut made of bamboo. It had two queen-sized beds, en suite private washroom, and a spacious veranda with a bamboo sofa overlooking the sea. A wind chime hanging above the sofa produces sweet timbres whenever sea breeze blows.

The place where we stayed overnight...

...fronts the sea. Thesmaller parasols are in front of us.

We were so thankful that this time around, the resort wasn't fully booked. You see, it's my family's second time in San Juan (personally, it was my fourth). Six summers ago, we went to Laíya Beach for an overnight fun (Juanito was then a month and a half old). The jeepney driver helped us in choosing a beach. He recommended Virgin Beach to us. Yeyette went inside the resort to inquire. Unfortunately, but they couldn't accommodate us anymore because all the cottages/rooms were already filled up (they call their cottages cabana, casita, and parasol). So we ended up at a "Class B" beach.

We still had fun nonetheless. However, Virgin Beach Resort lingered in our minds, especially to Yeyette's because she caught a glimpse of the place. Other than that, we heard from a friend who had been there how classy the beach looked, and that privacy was of utmost importance. And then we saw the witty flick "Here Comes The Bride" (not my idea) a year later wherein a significant part of the movie took place at the resort. We were mesmerized by the beauty. The movie was indeed the last straw. We promised ourselves to go back Virgin Beach one day.

And so came May 13, Mómay's birthday. It was a long overdue visit. Still worth all the wait! Here are some of our Day 1 photos (click here for more):

Crystal clear takes on a new meaning here!

This is Junífera Clarita's second time to swim in the beach!

It was a wavy Wednesday afternoon!

Our sumptuous dinner is served at the Pavilion.

The Pavilion at night. All meals here, both international and local cuisine, are served buffet style. But when the number of guests fall below 40 (like during our visit), plated full course meals are served instead. Such meals consist of an appetizer salad, soup, choice of main course with pasta or rice, dessert, and free flowing coffee during meal hours.

And here's Day 2 (click here for more):

"¡Despertaos!", Junífera Clarita seems to call out to her mamá, ate, and cuyas.

Batangueño sunrise.

Early morning swim, taken just a few minutes past six.

Yeyette enjoying the serenity of the sunrise.

Stolen shot, enjoying the summer heat!

Beach addict! =)

The beach and its surroundings are filled with several varieties of fruit-bearing trees and flowering plants, many of which are older than the resort itself. The "virgin" tag to this place is indeed apt.

The Pavilion's scenic view of the beach reminds me and Yeyette of our three-day vacation at Willy's Beach Club Hotel in Borácay five years ago. 

Breakfast time!

What we had for lunch.

Virgin Beach Resort truly exceeded our expectations! We had a virginal experience, so to speak. The waters are clean and clear as a mirror, the air all around is fresh because of forest mountains nearby. The staff is proactive and so courteous to the point of shyness. The food at the Pavilion is of hotel quality. And the best part of our two-day stay there? We had the beach all to ourselves! Because May 13 and 14 were weekdays (Wednesday and Thursday). That's probably one reason why the only souls we saw there were ours! Our kids had so much fun frolicking in the white sands of Laíya Beach!

Last but not the least, me and my wife experienced the peace and serenity that we were looking for in a beach. Virgin Beach Resort values not just fun but solemnity, to soothe the tired soul as one gazes to the pacific sky and sea. This place has since become my wife's favorite beach getaway. And our kids are raring to return. So don't be surprised to find us here again one day. ¡Hasta la vista!

Happy 11th birthday, Momay!

Before we hit the beach to celebrate Mómay's 11th birthday, we passed by the nearest church to our place that is dedicated to Our Lady of Fatima. It's because Mómay's birthday falls on the day when the Virgin Mary first appeared in Fatima, Portugal exactly 98 years ago.

Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de Fátima, San Pedro Tunasán. Mómay below an image of Our Lady of Fátima.

Happy 11th birthday, Mómay! May you grow up to be a good Christian and a son that we would all be very proud of! ¡Te amamos mucho!

Malatandang Beach: Unisan's hidden paradise

Chances are, you have never heard of Malatandang, that lovely beach of my childhood years.

¡Bienvenido a la playa de Malatandang!

Visitors will be rewarded with a relaxing view of the countryside while traveling the paved narrow road that leads to the beach.

Malatandang Beach is admittedly a least-known beach located in the outskirts of Unisan in Tayabas (or Quezon) Province. Unisan itself is not that well-known in the province compared to Lucena, Lucbán, and Sariaya. But Malatandang's obscurity, not to mention its distance from Metro Manila, may work well to its advantage. For one, it doesn't get crowded here compared to popular beaches in Batangas and Cavite. Secondly, its calm view of Tayabas Bay adds up to its allure. I couldn't even remember a time when Malatandang was attacked by huge waves. And then there's the clarity of its waters gently lapping the coconut-lined beach sand which turns peach white when struck by sunlight. Simply put, it's a modest tropical paradise this side of the province.

North side of the beach. On the other side of that land mass is Agdañgán.

On the south side of the beach can be seen faintly the island of Marinduque.

Junífera Clarita's first beach escapade, and she hasn't even turned nine months yet!

The shoreline of Malatandang extends for more than a kilometer of golden brown to peach white sand, separating the sea from coconut groves that are now lined with nipa hut cottages and a few private vacation homes/resorts. Most people who swim here are locals who bring along their friends and relatives from the metro and elsewhere.

Having seen old photos of Borácay, the internationally famous island seemed, at least to me, to look like Malatandang many years ago... sans the exceptional quality of the former's sand of course (despite Borácay's worsening algae bloom, it's sands are still incomparable). And like Borácay, one can wade far out into the sea from the shoreline since most parts of Malatandang are shallow.

The only danger I see here are jellyfishes, locally known as "salabay". But don't let these sea creatures deter you from visiting Malatandang. You see, I've lost count on how many times I have swam in Malatandang Beach, but not once have I been stung (I even remember a time when I was surrounded by several, but I was left unharmed). However, Krystal wasn't that lucky when we visited the beach two Saturdays ago (it was her third time there). While wading in the waters of the northern side of the beach away from the throng of vacationers at the south side, I suddenly saw her running ashore, crying out in pain while rubbing her skin profusely as if it was burning — she got stung by a salabay! I immediately rubbed beach sand on the parts where she was stung but the pain didn't subside that fast. A friendly Caucasian saw what happened and he suggested that I apply fresh calamansî on the affected areas. The pain subsided in a matter of minutes, but not the scars which she now have on her right wrist and ankles (thankfully, they're miniscule).

But hey, don't let the jellyfishes scare you. Perhaps the secret here is to practice constant care whenever you dip into Malatandang's crystal clear waters. And don't forget to bring a bag full of calamansî coz you'll never know. Other than that, don't follow what Krystal and I did; you have to  swim in areas where there are lots of people because it somehow frightens jellyfishes away. Furthermore, the presence of jellyfishes shouldn't be considered a menace because it only shows how healthy Tayabas Bay's marine life is. Aside from jellyfishes, you will also encounter schools of small fishes (smaller than one's finger) and a variety of hermit crabs, starfishes, and snails.

Just keep both eyes open because Malatandang is abundant with jellyfishes. But so far, I haven't been stung, not even once. Well, during this visit, Krystal was stung near her right wrist and legs. In case this happens to you, simply apply calamansi on the affected area. It's what I did to Krystal, and the pain disappeared in a matter of minutes.

Check out the fine beach sand!

Malatandang Beach is about an hour-and-a-half drive from Lucena City, the capital of Tayabas Province. There are vans going to Unisan from SM Lucena and Grand Central Terminal for ₱120.00. It's only ₱60.00 by bus from Grand Central Terminal, but these buses are small, old, rickety, and not airconditioned. They might take you there even longer since they run slower and have to make a couple of stops for incoming and outgoing passengers. The best thing about these buses, however, is that you will be able to breathe in fresh mountain and sea air on the way to Unisan.

Just tell the driver that you need to drop off on the road going to Malatandang (it will be to your right). But from the drop off point, the beach is about another kilometer and a half away, and public utility vehicles there are rare. So the best way to go to Malatandang is from Unisan's población or town proper. Tricycles there are everywhere and they charge around ₱60.00 going to Malatandang. Thatched-roof cottages at the beach cost only ₱100.00. But we didn't avail of any of it. We just looked for a shaded spot on the beach and laid out a huge sarong, picnic style. There are a couple of sari-sari stores there, too. And if you wish to spend the night in Malatandang, just ask for the Évora residence which is owned by an auntie of mine. I'm really not sure how much they charge. Just ask the caretaker there. I'm pretty sure it's cheap since Malatandang is not really a top-rate beach. At least, not just yet.

I have so many childhood stories that I can share about Malatandang Beach. But my dad's cousin, Uncle Paul Évora, can share his Malatandang story much better, in a brief but succinct way:

As a kid, I used to spend part of my summer months in Unisan, Quezon, my father’s hometown. It is a coastal municipality about 180 kilometers from Manila, located in the Bondoc Peninsula. We used to go there by train, hopping in at the Pacò terminal in the wee hours of the morning. After numerous stops, we would finally reach the station in Barrio Panáon where we took a bus to Unisan's town proper, arriving by late afternoon or early evening. Today it can be reached in only four hours by car on well-paved roads. 

One of our summer treats was riding the waves with a motorized banca to nearby Malatandang. There we would spend early mornings or late afternoons when the sun was friendliest, enjoying its unspoiled and pristine waters, notwithstanding constant warnings about encountering “salabay” or jellyfish. Maybe we were so distracted that I don’t recall seeing a single house or hut at the beach. It was all ours to enjoy!

My father always loved the sea. So when he retired from banking in 1989, he left Manila in favor of the peace and quiet of Malatandang, acquiring a small property right by the beach. Somehow he got possession of two bancas, I think, and spent a good time fishing. He stayed in Malatandang for many years. But circumstances made him return to the ancestral home in Unisan and, not very soon after, he decided to put his Malatandang property on the block. By then, the house was almost abandoned and left to the elements. I am very happy that an older cousin living in the States, Ate Thelma Isaac, now owns the place. A new resort house, available for rent to visitors (but free for kamag-anaks), was built on the property. 

Last May 15, 2011, we celebrated my dad’s 83rd birthday at Malatandang Beach. It was nice to be back. I saw myself in the younger ones as they ran around and frolicked under the sun. They never grow tired, these kids. In fact, even before we had finished packing up for home, they were already looking forward to our next visit. Such is the allure —and mystery— of Malatandang.

Click here for more photos of our Malatandang day tour! And don't forget to LIKE US on Facebook! ¡Hasta la vista!

Summer baptism!

Our family may not have any summer escapade for this month of April. But it's OK because the most important thing that happened is that the youngest member of our family, Junífera Clarita, was finally baptized, and that this special event happened on a summer! Yey! We love summer!!!!!!! And we are very happy that she is now a Christian! Welcome to the Christian world, Junífera Clarita! ¡Te amamos mucho! ❤ =)

#ILoveSummer #ILoveMyFamily #FamilyIsImportant #ToGODBeTheGlory

❤ YEYETTE❤

Junífera Clarita's Traditional Catholic Baptism

JUNÍFERA CLARITA ALAS Y PEREY
© Teresa Perey.

The airconditioned van that we rented which took us to Roxas District in Cubáo last Saturday noon (April 18th) was not able to deliver the cold air that I was expecting. Not that the van's old or shabby but because of the intense April heat. And then there's Metro Manila's legendary traffic to contend with. But Junífera Clarita, clad in her new, white lace gown, was soundly asleep through it all (it was a good thing because it was going to be a busy afternoon for her). She didn't know how anxious I was to escape the horrendous traffic jam in Calle Arsenio Lacson which was aggravated by the constant beeping and ringing of my cellphone...

The guests were already at the church but we're still on the road!

On our way to Holy Family Church in Roxas District taken somewhere along Calle España in Sampáloc, Manila.
© Teresa Perey

How could I know that it would take that long to cook menudo and calderetang baboy for Junífera Clarita's baptismal reception? My father-in-law who did all the cooking in our apartment all morning miscalculated the time. That is why when we got inside the van, it was almost eleven in the morning — and to think that I informed everyone that Junífera Clarita's rare Filipiniana baptism will start at eleven thirty! Actually, showtime was set at twelve noon; I only said eleven thirty in order for our guests to avoid "Filipino time". The irony of it all.

By the time our van got to Calle España in Sampáloc, my baby daughter was already awake (it was there where her mom had her dressed up in her baptismal attire). Thankfully, the traffic flow became smoother in that area. Shortly thereafter, we arrived at the Holy Family Church thirty minutes late (yikes). But all the godparents and guests welcomed us with heartwarming smiles, enough to make us forget our guilt of coming in late, not to mention the excruciating summer heat.

Iglesia de la Sagrada Familia.
© María Anna Berroya de Baky

If this handsome main altar and framed altarpiece (retablo) looks familiar, then you're not mistaken. Recently, this church has become a favorite location set for various ABS-CBN teleseries.
© José Perdigón

With camera in hand, Krystal was as relieved as I was upon arrival. I designated her to be the photographer for our Facebook page's photo album of the event.
© Teresa Perey

We were welcomed by one of Junífera Clarita's madrinas, María Christina Capacete, while other godparents look on. Ate Chris is a cousin of  San Pedro Tunasán Mayor Lourdes Catáquiz who served as godmother to my Filipiniana wedding last 2013.
© Teresa Perey

Our tardiness, however, seemed to have been a blessing in disguise because it gave Fr. Jojo Zerrudo more time to practice the rubrics of the baptism. This is because Junífera Clarita's baptism was no ordinary one. What was about to take place that hot early afternoon is somewhat historic in contemporary Filipino Catholicism: a traditional Catholic baptism, something that has not been practiced in our country since the late 1960s or after the installation of Vatican II rituals.

Much like my wedding with Yeyette two years ago (also officiated by Fr. Jojo), our daughter's baptism was done according to the use of our country (Mozarabic Rite). We have invited many of our friends to be Junífera Clarita's godparents, but we were informed that only the principal godparents can take part in the ancient ritual. Her madrina principal (principal godmother) is none other than Southeast Asia's first international beauty titlist and a descendant of Dr. José Rizal's sister María, 1964 Miss International Gemma Teresa Cruz de Araneta. Her padrino principal (principal godfather) is José Ramón Perdigón, a Spaniard who has been living in the country for years and is also a citizen historian, having written various scholarly articles online about our country's history, culture, and national identity.

Junífera Clarita is welcomed for the first time by her principal godparents: beauty titlist and scholar Gemma Cruz de Araneta (Miss International 1964) and Filipinologist/historian José Ramón Perdigón (administrator of the Círculo Hispano-Filipino).

© Cheryl Anne Villapando

Miguel Madarang (master of liturgical ceremonies of the Ecclesia Dei Society of St. Joseph - Una Voce Philippines) bid everyone to come by the door as Jefe and his friends Katelyn and Kenneth look on.

The principal godparents and Junífera Clarita all geared up for the main event.
© Teresa Perey

Rounding up Junífera Clarita's godfathers were Aris Catáquiz (son of former San Pedro Tunasán Mayor Calixto Catáquiz and current Mayor Lourdes Catáquiz) and his cousin Noel Buenavista while her godmothers were María Christina Capacete, María Anna Berroya de Báky, my cousin Josephine "Jam" Alas (Magic 89.9 disc jockey), my sister Jessica Alas, and Michelle Dimaculañgan. Other godparents who did not make it to the event were historian José Mª Bonifacio Escoda, Anna's husband Errol Báky, my wife's long-time OB/GYN Dr. Catherine Pujol de Azores, and businesswoman Divina Olivárez (proxied by Noel's mom, Tita Carmina Capacete de Buenavista).

After some pleasantries (and excuses for arriving late), the ancient rite began at the church's left entrance. Fr. Jojo, clad in a violet stole, began the ceremony using both the Latin and Spanish languages. And everything else fell in place beautifully (each part of Junífera Clarita's one-of-a-kind baptism is completely described here).

© Teresa Perey

As per the rubrics of this ancient rite, only the baby, the officiating priest, and the principal godparents are included in the ceremony; the additional godparents will serve as witnesses. Not even us parents have any role in it. It was actually a welcome addition for me because I was able to observe the whole ceremony without having to do anything. I just stood there behind all the godparents. So during the  whole proceedings, I was surprised to find out that the ritual, which took more or less an hour, had four exorcisms (remember that there's this dirt which we call "original sin")! Quite apt for a priest like Fr. Jojo since it's familiar territory for him. In relation to this, Señor Guillermo Gómez, attentive as he has always been, noticed something else during the part where Junífera Clarita was about to receive the exsufflation...

Fr. Jojo breathes three times on Junífera Clarita in the form of a Cross. This is called exsufflation.
© Juhnar Esmeralda

For a brief moment, I noticed that Junífera Clarita became restless and started kicking hard. She even accidentally kicked Señor Perdigón's copy of the baptismal proceedings. I got alarmed because she might throw a tantrum anytime soon. But her restlessness lasted for just a few seconds. After she received the exsufflation from Fr. Jojo, she returned to her normal, calm comportment. I just shooed it all away as an infant's momentary boredom, or maybe because of the heat. But Señor Gómez, who was just a few feet away, went to me and whispered that the beautiful ceremony was the most complete and powerful kind of baptism as it really drove the bad spirits crazy. I gave him a puzzled look, then he explained to me the baptismal rite's emphasis on exorcism and Junífera Clarita's momentary restlessness. And then it hit me — maybe it wasn't my daughter who became restless. Besides, as I've mentioned, my daughter's baptism had four exorcisms. It was that many that it prompted the ever witty Señor Gómez to blurt out later: "Father, I saw the devil run away!"

(My mother-in-law recorded much of the ceremony, including the part where Junífera Clarita became restless. Later on, while me and my family were reviewing that video which she uploaded on her Facebook account, we noticed that —unbeknownst to her— she was able to record strange, creepy sounds: whispers and garbles, particularly on the exorcism parts of the baptism. There was even a silent scream on the part where Fr. Jojo, our daughter, and the principal godparents were already in front of the altar! Well, these strange occurrences could be anything else. Furthermore, although I do believe in such things, I'm not the type who immediately believes in such stories, nor do I pay them due attention. So it's better if you be the judge: click here to watch. Make sure to turn your speakers on high volume.  I also plan to write more about this one day in my other blog.)

There was one cute moment, though:

"While Fr. Jojo Zerrudo was praying over Clarita with outstreched arms —in accordance with the rubrics— the baby gave him a 'high-five'. Made my day!" exclaimed Miguel Madarang, one of the sacristans assisting the rite and is also the master of liturgical ceremonies of the Ecclesia Dei Society of St. Joseph - Una Voce Philippines.

It's so fun to become a Christian!
© Juhnar Esmeralda

After the imposition of hands came the part when the candidate, i.e., my baby daughter, was finally admitted into the church building. With the end of his stole on Junífera Clarita, Fr. Jojo then led all of us towards the main altar. During that brief procession, both principal godparents were reciting the Apostle's Creed in Spanish.

© José Perdigón

© Carmina Capacete de Buenavista

Baptismal rites bore kids nowadays. But the language, elegance, pomp, and solemnity of Junífera Clarita's baptism had her Cuya Mómay glued from start to finish!

While many infants cry whenever water is poured over their foreheads during baptism (Novus Ordo), Junífera Clarita did not. In fact, it was not just her forehead that got wet but her entire head. This is because in a traditional Catholic baptism, instead of carrying the baby lying on her back, the baby had to be carried lying on her stomach by the godmother. The priest then pours water three times over the head of the baby, once after each mention of the Divine Persons. I guess that is also why the use of a baptismal font is crucial in such a baptism.

"Not a whimper from baby Junífera. She enjoyed having water poured on her head, I had to restrain her from diving into the baptismal font," observed Gemma.

© Cheryl Anne Villapando

The water used on Junífera Clarita was consecrated during the past Easter Vigil 

With all the godparents and other guests.
© Carmina Capacete de Buenavista

Fr. Jojo Zerrudo and Señor Guillermo Gómez Rivera: a rare meeting of intellectual giants! Only La Familia Viajera can bring  such people together. :D #goosebumps
© Teresa Perey

Cousins Jessica and Jam posing with their ahijada (goddaughter) right after the baptismal rites.

After the ceremonies was the obligatory photo ops. Then we invited everyone to a simple lunch at the school right beside the church (we're in horrible financial straits for almost a year, that's why we couldn't afford even a small eatery). We were to dine at the multi-purpose hall at the school's second floor, but we weren't able to prepare the place because we arrived late and got overwhelmed by the guests and the ensuing baptismal ceremony. That's why me, my sons, our good neighbor Flor Junio and her kids were cramming like mad in setting up the place right after the baptism as fast as we could. I got alarmed all the more when the guests started coming in because most of the Monobloc chairs were still stacked upon one another, the rectangular wooden tables were still on a corner, the windows were still closed, and the wall fans turned off. But much to our delight (and embarrassment), everybody did their part to help us in preparing the chairs and tables, the food, and pretty much everything else. Even Gemma herself helped out in setting up the chairs! My mom-in-law also heard one guest commented that we were just like having a picnic in there! We were really moved by everyone's sense of camaraderie and bayanihan! ¡Muchas gracias a todos!

Special thanks to the Holy Family Parochial School for allowing us to use their multi-purpose hall for the reception.
© Teresa Perey

With her madrina Michelle.

With her padrino Aris.

With her padrino Oyie.
© Carmina Capacete de Buenavista

With her madrina Chris.

With her madrina Anne.

Con su madrina Mimi.

Con su padrino José.

Junífera Clarita's madrina Anne joined us on our way home. Everyone was in high spirits! Even Juanito took my knitted cap and wore it!
© Teresa Perey

Back home. Thank you so much for the gifts!

After some reflection, I'm mesmerized at the holy cycle that we've been through since Yeyette and I were married in traditional Catholic rites: she became heavy with our fifth child, then went through churching rites. After that, she miraculously survived a fatal childbirth. Finally, Junífera Clarita's traditional Catholic baptism just eight days ago. It seems to me that even in spiritual matters, my family is still traveling!

Thank you Lord God for the guidance!

¡Bienvenida al mundo cristiano, nuestra preciosa Junífera Clarita!

© María Christina Capacete

¡ENALTECER LA FAMILIA PARA LA GLORIA MÁS ALTA DE DIOS!