I Heart Travels

From Power Plant to Pristine Lights: The Evolution of Rockwell   My childhood was etched in the vibrant tapestry of Makati. The familiar streets, the bustling markets, and the imposing structures formed the backdrop of my formative years. My high school years unfolded within the walls of a Makati institution, and it was during this time that I first encountered Rockwell. It wasn't the gleaming, meticulously lit complex I know today; it was something quite different, a relic of a bygone era. Initially, Rockwell existed as a power plant, a functional yet unremarkable building. The transformation, however, was gradual and captivating. I recall seeing one building, its exterior stark and unadorned, yet subtly illuminated at night. It was a single, solitary beacon, a faint glimmer against the city's darker canvas. This initial lighting, however, was the seed of a grander vision.   Over the years, the lights multiplied. Night after night, ...