04/04/2026
More Elyu Holy Week 2018 chika ๐
No trip is ever complete without a visit to the public market. And if youโre really like me, youโll always find a reason to bring home another basket bag.
So on our last day in San Juan, I dragged all 3 boys to the next town, San Fernando, for a quick detour that turned into one of my favorite parts of the trip.
30 minutes on a jeepney later, we arrived and immediately got lost in the rhythm of the market. We wandered through narrow aisles, picking up little things that told stories: chichacorn from Ilocos, bottles of local vinegar, simple pieces that somehow felt more meaningful knowing exactly where they came from. Things we knew our friends back home would love just as much.
Iโve always believed that the best way to experience a place is through its people. Travel guides help, but nothing compares to asking locals, listening to their stories, and following where they lead you.
At the heart of the market, we were greeted by piles and piles of baskets and duyansโwoven textures everywhere, each one calling out to be taken home. As I always do, I started picking up more than I shouldโฆ until reality set in and I was reminded that my luggage had limits.
I settled for a few acacia wood plates instead. Beautiful, simple, and somehow even more special knowing where they came from. Not bad for a quick 30-minute stop.
But what stayed with me the most was something I didnโt take home.
A wooden cat statue, standing tall and proud, quietly left to rot near the restroom. The vendors told us the artisans from the Mountain Province no longer come to sell their pieces here.
Iโve never been to the northernmost part of the Philippines, but in that moment, I knew I wanted to go to meet the hands behind these pieces, and hear the stories they carry.