Travelers, that's who we are. We move, we breathe, we wander, we get lost. We walk until our soles hurt but it doesn't matter. We are in our element.
She isn't what the world thinks she is. They all see her happy, silly, and strong most of the time. But she is scarred, lonely, and afraid at times.
A lot of my friends have been asking me about the place where I got coffee smudged all over me and then being soaked in a tub of coffee water after. Well, there's only one place in the Philippines: The Farm at San Benito.
(Sorry for the whitish photos, the light was not the best when we stayed.)

Hello, I'm Ira.
There are three things that have become constant in my life so far: my love for taking photos, my penchant for traveling, and my utter need for writing. Welcome to my little notebook of dreams and daydreams.