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[Baguio]~ (Our) place of family tradition

03.12-13.16

At around the same time as last year, this was a weekend I fought for as Baguio has always been a family tradition with this being Mother Goose’ (my mother, obviously) favorite plus the fact that I missed celebration last year because of some unforeseen situation at the terminal.

We had no specific itinerary so day but spent time at the BOTANICAL GARDEN because it was closed the last time that we were there, meet with that big dog at MINES VIEW and ending the day with people at the “ukay-ukay” stalls at this NIGHT MARKET which closed a major road until the parents slept that my brother and I grabbed some beer at BOHEMIAN CAFE which was location shoot for a local film called That Thing Called Tadhana.

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[Baguio] ~ An Impulse Visit to City of Cold

Because I needed a breather from the heat, the city and everything else. – 05.31.15

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BAGUIO has a special place in my heart as it is where my parents had their honeymoon and to date, it still remains my mother’s favorite place that she likes spending her birthday every year in this so called City of Pines.

For this year though, an unexpected passenger crowd made me miss what could have been a weekend with the family.  I had too much trust then at the bus line after having watched this film called That Thing Called Tadhana in which lead characters impulsively went to Baguio which since then has been popularized as the place where broken hearts go.

Baguio

I indeed have a broken heart when I went there for this trip. Without going into detail (I shall keep that to my other virtual space :/), this trip was a temporary escape from the monotony I was feeling around that time and from some unwanted feelings after a bad fight. Craving some crazy, I went straight to the city after some beer at my favorite watering hole. With only the essentials (including a light sweater of course), I found myself on a window seat on a bus – all hopeful to  find my piece of peace, if only for a day.

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