I’ve been to this place several times. But every time I’m there, it gives me a beautiful feeling of déjà vu.
It’s like finding a lost love over and over again. Discovering something new every time.
The smell of food is similar to catching a man’s perfume as he passes me by. The familiar feel is akin to finding the perfect hands to hold. But the bliss it gives surmounts the flutter of my heart the first time I caught a glimpse of the first boy I ever liked.
Bohol Bee Farm holds a different kind of charm. Very unique compared to the posh resorts I’ve been to in Bohol. This one is rustic, so earthy, alive, and is obviously my favorite. I’ve been writing about it since forever.
The suite room we stayed at didn’t have the luxury a suite room should have. That is, if you compare it with the standards of the hotels and resorts in the city. In this quiet corner of the earth, a suite room meant having a patio all to yourself adorned with bamboo chairs and woven Sinamay décor. The bathroom has an elevated bath. It definitely made me feel I was Cleopatra about to have a milk bath.
I enjoy dining out and experimenting on organic and vegetarian dishes. Bee Farm was that place that painted a guilt free food trip in my head. My friend, Jade, and I feasted on a buffet lunch of pure organic spread. I noticed that she didn’t devour her salad as much as I did. She hesitated eating the flowers, too. She said, “Murag di ni nako kaya!” I don’t think I can do it.
This place I will never tire of going over and over again. I am with different company every time. It makes the place more interesting. The experience more authentic.