Come second (and last) day, I really wanted to catch dawn at Calle Crisologo but the lazy ass in me woke up past 7 am already. After packing our things and saying good byes to the kind and generous people who accomodated us, we went to a weaving center to check out how local fabric is made.
Rowilda’s Handloom Weaving does not only showcase one of the famous industries of Ilocos but also preserves the traditional skills that the locals are known for. It said that weaving subjects are included in the academic curriculum to reeducate students with the said expertise. The owner of Rowilda’s acquired training in Manila that’s why designs on fabrics show contemporary styles and aesthetics. Product varieties can go from table cloths, blankets, and even sashes for school graduations. My mom bought a few pieces of napkins and blankets which cost her around 100-350 pesos.
In front of the local weaving center, I found a herd of horses in a nearby corn field. I can’t help but snap a few photos of these looking like well-bred animals.
Before finally going home, we wandered along the famous Calle Crisologo, not by calesa because I believe that I can see “more” if you literally walk through its cobblestone streets. This mestizo district is adorned by Spanish style houses, antique shops, quaint cafes, and souvenir shops. More than the Spanish architecture, you can also witness amazing woodworks that shows intricate craftsmanship of people even way back. Some heritage houses are also converted into inns which tourists can avail to stay in.
Although Calle Crisologo is an astonishing sight at the day, this lane of magnificent houses turn even more magical at night. I can’t believe that this busy street can still even scream romance despite the flock of people wandering through it.
Finally, have a photo of this majestic Quirino Bridge and the amazing views to its left and right that we passed through going home. This trip is fun more than stressful. I don’t know but maybe I really have an inclination when it comes to history. It stuns my heart whenever I see, know, and realize a painting’s backstory, a house and its bygone days, and even the food’s old narrative origin.
This Ilocos adventure, I hope, serves as a prologue to 2015’s more sponataneous escapades. I wish that this year, I’ll be the man who is constantly cosnumed by wanderlust.
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