City of flowers, summer capital of the Philippines, whatever you may call it..it's the place you've always wanted to come back..the mountains, its landscape, her flowers, the wind, its people. It's been a long time since my last visit to Baguio, 12 years ago..but still the memories, all that is in Baguio lingers. A happy family it seems, I have 2 kids then. We went boating in the man-made lagoon in Burnham Park, took our walk up the 100 stairs, took pictures with the Mines View park and The Mansion as our background. Sweet memories..we even experienced a tremor at 2am in the morning then, an earthquake! whew ..which I thought a monster was opening the door from the other side of a room where we are sleeping ..(",).
Travelling 6 hours from Manila, always excited to get there, remembering my 1st visit when I was in college for a leadership seminar sponsored by one of our student society I was a member of. I remember, it was 6 months after the July 16, 1990 earthquake when Baguio, one that was badly hit that time...I could still see the ruins but you would see it's natural beauty in spite of the tragedy. The warmth of the native people living there..the rich culture, would also make you comeback.
My sight longs for Baguio maybe that's why I would always wanted to go back and even wanted to live there. I think this is the place where I can really be one with nature, be what I am, be with other God's creation. It's a beautiful place..being tired of the suburbs' polluted air, the noise..it's a one place that will bring you to your senses. Though I know there are far better place in Baguio, but still, her flowers leave its color in my eyes.
One day, two days or even three days are not enough to see the splendor of Baguio ..and maybe after all these tedious days, I would go back there and experience once again the different colors and blooms of Baguio..(",)
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