As luck would have it, Cebu became RV's (other) hometown for ten years. It opened endless possibilities for this traveler in search of home. The select friends he keeps now, he met them in Cebu--from university until the last few years of his kick-ass employment. And of course, the person that he has become, for the most part, is educated through the rough edges of his very own Cebu experience.
For starters, I love Cebu for its small city charm. And despite its smallness, it has a distinct cosmopolitan flavor to it. The discovery started at the end of my last year's journey to some of Asia's mega cities. It is small enough to drive anywhere in less than 20 minutes (of course, rush hour excluded) yet big enough to enjoy the comforts and lifestyle of a big city. Its character, aside from its birthright as center of The Philippines and therefore, built around as the gateway to all the other islands, it also has a rich history tucked in the bowels of Colon (pun intended)--the oldest street in the country.
Each January, the city streets of the oldest city in The Philippines explode with energy the color green between gold and red--from streetdancers' costumes and floats, to buntings to streamers. And the streets pulsate with a disarming festival verve. And by far, call me patronizing but the experience comes close second to none in the archipelago's 7,107 islands!
The list of things to do in Cebu is endless, so let us train our microscope to the BIG day which is set each third Sunday of January. For the uninitiated, here goes, pop your Sinulog cherries: as early as 6am, the main drag is already closed to vehicles. So the whole stretch of Osmena Boulevard (formerly Jones Avenue) winding toward Gen. Maxilom Avenue (formerly Mango Avenue) is one veritable festival junkie's paradise--body paint, henna tattoo, food stalls and what-not and everyone is in festival mood! Strangers greet each other Pit Senyor! with smiles painted on their faces.
Way before lunchtime, from a good distance, the thunder of drums and thud of floats signal the start of the streetdancing contest. And it never stops until past 8 in the evening and, thus far, never stops rain or shine.
This year, like the past two years, the Sinulog weekend will find me anywhere except Cebu because of work. In spite of a sinking feeling, my lips are pointing to where a part of me calls home...
Cebu is The Queen City of the South for a hundred and one reasons. So, after a good headstart that is Sinulog, tell me what you dig, baby!
Somewhere in the mad dash between being a quiet beach town and a highly urbanized conference city, Cebu took on a charming face...a different one every year. But nevertheless, a face the city and the world became familiar with. She is Miss Cebu.--lifted from www.cebucitytourism.com/misscebu2010