romancing baguio

my heart is palpitating, probably from the caffeine and sugar rush from the cafe mocha and tiramisu i am eating slowly. am hoping to stretch it to two hours. the approximate time it will take jan to get here from pangasinan. mike and rowie shall be coming up tomorrow.

here is zola cafe and restaurant here in... BAGUIO!

the alternative learning system national summit is finally done and over with, thank goodness. my companions have already left this afternoon. and so i have the entire baguio to myself. after i have settled myself in my lodging for the night, i set off for session road. busy but romantic session road.

the smile on my lips refuses to leave. there is something about walking in a town you love but have not seen for a long time. especially when you are alone. i felt a certain freedom. as if i conquered baguio, as if i conquered my soul. it's been a while since i've been here last. and so it was a re-acquaintance with old friends kinda thing. a lot of things that have changed... and yet it's still that same old pal with the same old kinks. that kind of friend that makes you feel comfortable and accepted even after years of parting.

i decided to take my first dose of freedom in days to... SM. heheh! i took a quick look from the terrace, and there lay before me burnham park, a school oval, a soccer field (i was eyeing for discs flying in the air, just in case there were ultimate peeps there. hehe!) and the rest of baguio... the sun was almost ready to set.

after the movie was done, i set off for zola. because i saw the wi-fi sign the other day i was walking around. the moment i stepped out of the mall, the crisp cold air nipped playfully at my nose. again, that sense of freedom. of independence. of oneness.

i realized i wasn't this in love with baguio ever. maybe because those times were spent with my friends, touring the place, wanting to see as much of it, do as much with it. but the past few days, i just needed to be here.

this is the first time that i can take pleasure in walking in the cold, with no clear destination. this is the first time that i am on my own. even if it is just a few hours. i think of no one, of nothing, but baguio. i am in love. in love with this old friend who welcomes me once more in its arms.