Baguio, I’ll always be excited for you.
We were supposed to go to Cebu but Jay had important work stuff to attend to. So, instead of wallowing over the weekend (I really really hate spoiled plans) we cleared our throats, forgot about the first set of plane tickets we threw away, and hopped on a semi-deluxe Fariñas bus to Laoag.
AH, YES. The nostalgic smell of old books, yet, this is no book. I hate clichès. I hate overused metaphors, especially those that compare life with mundane things. Life is not a story with the typical dramatic structure. But let me digress. This is my… Read More