Travel

A few weeks ago, I had the incredible opportunity to visit Windsor Castle—not just as a regular visitor, but as a guest for my dad’s exhibition, Romeo and Juliet: The Metamorphosis. It was a surreal experience, standing in the historic halls of a place that has witnessed centuries of royal history, knowing that my dad’s artwork was being showcased in such a prestigious setting.

Before the exhibition even began, I was lucky enough to receive a private tour of Windsor Castle, led by none other than the governor himself. Walking through the grand corridors and exquisite chambers felt like stepping back in time. The sheer scale of the castle, with its towering stone walls and ornate tapestries, was breathtaking.

I imagined what it would have been like to live here centuries ago—dining in candlelit halls, walking the lush gardens, and hearing the echoes of royal footsteps on the marble floors. Seeing the halls adorned with priceless paintings and historical artifacts, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of history around me.

Walking through Windsor Castle as a 14-year-old, knowing that my dad’s art was being exhibited there, was a moment I’ll never forget. It was more than just a visit—it was a glimpse into history, art, and the power of storytelling.

As I stood in those historic halls, I realized that every piece of art has a place in history, just like every person who dares to create it.

In January 2024, I had the incredible opportunity to travel to Manila, Philippines. My dad had to deliver a painting, and I was lucky enough to tag along. What started as a simple trip quickly turned into an unforgettable adventure—one that took me across the world, introduced me to a vibrant new culture, and gave me the chance to experience paradise in a way I never expected.

My dad was delivering a painting he created to a collector, and I got to tag along for the adventure.

Traveling from the U.S. to the Philippines is no small feat—it’s literally a flight around the world! The journey itself was an adventure. I remember looking out the airplane window, watching the landscapes change beneath me as we crossed continents (just joking, it was night. and I could not see anything…).

The trip was surreal, seeing countries I’d only read about in books or seen in movies. The time zones, the different airports, the feeling of stepping into a completely new place—it was exhilarating.

Landing in Manila was like stepping into a world buzzing with life. The city was alive with lights, sounds, and endless movement. The streets were filled with jeepneys (colorful local buses), the aroma of delicious street food, and the kind of energy that makes you feel like anything is possible. Despite the long flight, I couldn’t help but feel excited.

We explored the city’s lively streets, tasted incredible Filipino food like adobo and halo-halo, and soaked in the warmth of the people. Everyone was so friendly, always greeting us with a smile. It felt like I was truly welcomed into their culture.

After the excitement of Manila, we took a trip to a private tropical resort. This was the part I had been dreaming about—crystal-clear water, soft white sand, and palm trees swaying in the breeze. It felt like stepping into a postcard.

Waking up to the sound of the waves every morning was surreal. I spent my days soaking up the sun, swimming in the ocean, and just taking in the beauty of it all. There was something so peaceful about being in nature like that—away from the noise, just surrounded by the vastness of the sea.

I can’t wait to go back someday, explore even more of the country, and maybe even perform there! Until then, I’ll hold on to the memories of my first incredible adventure in the Philippines.