History is never been any of my interest, I always find it drudging and nonessential. I can still remember way back school days, History has been always my enervation.
A drooling phantasm looming aloft as my History teacher begin to discuss about someones life in the past. Excuses has always its way to subsist I become uncomfortable and totally inattention, sounding effect of a boring class. But I was hit big time , when I had my trip to Ilocandia.
Vigan is eminently distinctive from any other cities I’ve been to. It’s so special, one-off elucidated feeling I’d felt as I brought my feet down from the car. I was awestruck by scene, a lot of Kalesa (Horse-drawn Carriage) flocking,an unusual scenery for me living in the metropolis.
Going length and breadth around Vigan in Kalesa is a dream come true, it was the best 5 hours of my life seeing those historical houses and museums my teacher had been talking about. Seeing those artifacts and relics brought back the old day from my history teacher .
To me the highlight of this excursion, is the visit to the most photographed place all over Vigan, Calle Crisologo. Walking in its amazing cobblestone walkways and gazing at a well-preserved old houses, is one of my flabbergasting experience, fulfilling and unexplained feeling I have in the whole trip.
Beyond my words and influence, this place has made a name for Filipinos to be proud aside from the recognition it get from The United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, “A well-preserved example of a European trading town in East and Southeast Asia.”
Recently adding laurels to its name, it had been enlisted as a part of the New7Wonder city of the world and was formally inaugurated last May 8 this year. It is a National treasure for each Filipino and its generation to be proud of.
Truly, Vigan is like gallivanting through time. Nostalgic and magical, it was how Vigan is like to me.
