Saturday, July 4, 2015
The last time I visited Baguio was during the Holy Week of 1994 together with my family. I remember the freezing temperature despite being a summer month, the swelling crowd as many hied off to the summer capital, and the sight and smell of pine tress upon entering the city.
I never got to set foot in Baguio again until twenty years later, thanks to my boss who brought us her staff up north for a weekend trip. Weeks later, our family trooped to Baguio for my mother's birthday celebration. Then last weekend, my Pink Family travel group and I went up north again for a weekend relaxation and another birthday celebration.
Posted by sojournersol at 11:23 AM