last week i got to spend two nights and three days in Baguio. that surely was what i needed for quite sometime now. the trip to baguio with two of my friends - kathy and ellize, was absolutely fun and way out of the ordinary. reasons being are the ff:

first, we get to plan for something big, real big, and make it happen barely a month after we'd even thought of it.

two, the planning part, didnt extend to getting a place to stay since none of us have contacts in baguio. so when we found our so-called-hotel for the next few days, which turned out to be really homey, thanks to manong who drove us to different "hotels", it meant that we could be thrown into wherever, and still find a way to survive..he he survivors

third, every penny spent on trip, from the time we rode the taxi to take us to the bus station up to the last tricycle ride home, was entirely ours. every single penny and bill..those were hard-earned money...answering a thousand calls everyday from crazy englishmen..

fourth, i NEVER got to perspire in baguio! and to think that all we ever did was to walk its winding streets. the whole of session road , from one ukay-ukay to another, burnham park, wright park, camp john hay, strawberry farm, name it. the 200 step to the our lady of lourdes grotto- even that, i didnt perspire. not a trickle. what else, we didnt dare go out of our house not bringing any jacket. he he he. pretty amazing for someone who perspires even when sleeping.

fifth, the fresh cool air. its the trademark of the city. can you imagine a mall without an air conditioning system? we got the shock of our lives to find a newly built SM in Baguio, nestled on top a hill, the whole back side of it is open, like a huge terrace, you could stand there and view the hillside and mountains. you guessed it, the cool air inside the mall actually comes from the outside. they let it all open to bring the cool air inside. talk about ingenuity!

sixth, the famous "wagwagan or ukay-ukay"... never thought i could buy cardigans for only P90. whew! the bad part of it was this, if you're a local tourist like us, that means you are buying your way to the city. so with all those plastic bags of souvenirs and ofcourse the jacket we cant live without, the strain is too much on the hands from going through the items that are so close together. you can barely move the hangers if you want to look at the items. its funny, with all those cheap outfits, i got to buy only three blouses.

seventh, and probably the best part, was the gimik at night. padis point was the place. and what did the three of us do? we just danced the night away! ha ha ha! funny, we did meet some guys while dancing to the tune of "where is the love" aka the theme song of the baguio girls. we were doing crazy moves and giggling like school girls, since it was our last night there. and then all of a sudden, we were surrounded by guys, who wanted to dance w/ us! ha ha! selene has captivated Patrick's heart, even "walking" us back home. it must be all the dance moves, aka, k _ s_i _ an plus the "bilbil factor" ofcourse.

there are a lot of things to say still. but i coulnt put it into words. im wishing selene did blog about our trip in baguio. its better reading someone elses blog who shared the same experiences with you. ok selene... your turn.