This is the famouns montalban mountains where according to local folklore, Bernardo Carpio, a giant resident, tried to hold both mountains to prevent them from colliding. As the years go by, local inhabitants share this story to their visitors as part of the local history. Aside from this interesting story, these mountains hold a lot of stories of fairies and earthbound spirits.

This is where our journey begun. It's was one of our highschool adventures when we decided to take the challenge of climbing one the mountains of montalban. Incidentally, one of our student teachers is a resident of the said province. After the end of the school year, our group composed of 12 guys joined him in going to his resident up rooted on one of the highlands. We spent the rest of the summer climbing trees, eating fruits,bathing in the river and telling unending stories of our childhood and classrooms adventures.

After a month of staying on my teacher's nipa hut on top of the mountain, we were not aware that it was the observance of the Holy week already. We were reminded when my teacher's churchmates went for a retreat on that same place. They've introduce us their teachings, practices and their beliefs. Though our stayed there was just for fun, we tried to mingle with the other members so as to observe and see what they were doing.

That was 15 years ago when we are still young and trying to establish what faith and belief should we hold on to. Now that were adults, only 3 of us remained and held on that faith we found in mountains of montalban.

The faith that provided us the answers to our questions.

The faith that bind the 3 of us.

The faith that continue to give us the light to our paths.

More importantly , the faith that brought us closer to our divine creator..