And so my Up North trip continues.
I left La Union, leaving my other friends behind as they spend more time in the beach before going home to Manila. I, on the other hand, extended my vacation in Baguio – formerly the most cliche cold place of the North (for me), the Summer Capital of the Philippines.
I rode the next bus passing San Juan, that is Partas. After 30+ pages of Anne Frank, and senses were well, my bowels started a circus.
I was glad I didn’t need to use a barf bag – ’cause I don’t have one. Blessed of a controlled cardiac sphincter. Anyhow, I met Pat in the bus station and head over 50’s Diner for a quick bite before the planned Tequila shots. How amazing we had the same favorite ❤❤❤
Gawd those two wiener -looking breaded meat rolls are so yummy and heavy! Yummy enough to get me on a second serving of rice (sin!) And as we strolled around cold Baguio (which at the first stop I was loving by the second) we were looking for cheap shots. The slopes are a certified cardio workout!
Of the two of us, I am the wimpy drinker. Sige na, alcohol allergy.
Pat is an incredible bear in hibernation. It’s a sin to wake up at before lunch. But I forced her out of bed at half past 10. I partly realized that I’m in doom, but I know she loves me :) Out for brunch! Off we go to some bulaluhan. Nothing catchy. Big servings though.
Mt. Cloud is closed! Pat blogged about the wonderful bookshop, and now all I have is a peek from the shut door. Oh dear, off to NBS then!
Both of us wished we go back to reading, but old times are old times. Oh well. Anyway. How do you spell Baguio, though? Isn’t it UKAY?! Now I have to credit myself and Pat for incredible hunting skills for these pair of boots! Found with incredible haggling and hunting skills at Bayanihan.
After all the walk and talk, we’re both hungry, and ached for cheesecake and good Benguet coffee, we splurged at Forest House which, in Pat’s ideals, would be her dream date. I can’t blame her; it’s homey and cozy, perfect for the chilly weather, and has overflowing native coffee. Now who does not want to linger here?
This is the reason why I would return to Baguio, and prolly stay near this haven. I need to.
Every single moment in Baguio in All Saint’s Day erased all other cliche memories of being there. It’s as if I’ve never been here at all. Thanks to Pat for showing me the face of Baguio that I’ve never seen – in student budget!
The purpose of going up north was not defeated, too – to see my beloved “sistah”. She’s one of those sensible people that I wanted to see often but I can’t because of distance issues and her apparent disliking of the phone technology. Thank God for internet, but that does not help much either. I need to see her. See her cringe at statements that I ragingly let loose, nod in agreement with our parallel advocacies, and see her not fit in her pants. She is the one person to see every sembreak, Christmas break, and summer break but is dependent on the fact that her family needs to set her loose a little more.
Pat, this post goes to you and my newfound love for the cold city of the North, the Summer Capital of the Philippines and the home of my favorite girl, Patricia San Jose.
*** I forgot to mention that we did a lot of walking around Baguio, trying to avoid the extra expense of taking a cab. Along the way, I saw some places that I never really been to during previous trips in Baguio. I wanna stay in Casa Vallejo, ukay some more, and eat at never before heard restaurants (I can’t remember those foodie places Pat was telling me in random.) I really hope I come back there. Soon.
*** And yes, I don’t like parks that spells like Burnham and John Hay. No PMA also. Been there, done that. Any more suggestions, guys? :)