Boulevard of a Fatherly Dream- Sampaloc Quezon

If there is one place that is surely near to the family that would be Sampaloc, Quezon. It is where my dad was born from a rural drift oriented family. A fine culture of simplicity and a lithograph of the old age Filipino nation.

A place where the Philippines was like before the present. Not literally, the age of the homoerectus and the like, but the pleasant nation that we had before the colonialism.

My Dad reminiscing the times he had in this place.

It is not so often when our family goes back to the town of my dad. However it is sad to know that for the recent time to go back there, it is a time for weeping. My grandfather died when we go back there, he died at the early age of 75 because of some other complications in his body.

I  have many stories to tell about my father which I often called Daddy. But sad to say, there are such stories that should be kept inside the walls of our family and also with the due respect to Delarmente Clan.

The Entrance of Taquico Bridge

My brother and My Dad on the Bridge

According to my dad this farmer will harvest fruits from the farmland.

Even though my recent visit is not good, I know that for so long time that I've been there, the place has many stories to tell.  

Dad, my brother and I, left the interment of my Lolo for awhile and go back to boulevard where the dreams of my father was built.

Taquico Bridge. The wood bridge that connects the town to its wealthy farm land.

Maapon River in Sampaloc, Quezon

The Huge farm lands of Sampaloc Quezon