Tinago Falls, like a wonder drug, provides a soothing cure for any pounding headache. The flowing water, even from the tiniest cracks in its high-rise wall, appears to wash away all unsavory elements of the world. The cold, crystalline water creates an inviting natural pool completely surrounded by lush tropical vegetation. Despite men's embarrassing attempts to build unnecessary infrastructure that slightly threatens the waterfall's bareness vibe, the place can still be described in all favorable adjectives.

I've heard about Maria Cristina Falls as early as when I was still focused on toys and playground noise. Chances are, my old Sibika at Kultura teacher hadn't even been here back then. But the way she described it while reading from the book sounded like it was truly a sight to see. It was one of those moments at school when my mind would travel far and wide, beaming with rich imagination. I would constantly paint a picture of Maria Cristina in my head and wonder if it ever matched its real image. I find it fascinating now that I grew up and was blessed with an opportunity to actually visit the places I once learned about in grade school.