before i let you go

Do you remember how incredibly cheap Baguio cabs are? From town to La Trinidad is less than 100 petot and the cabbies give you exact change. I miss that about living here.

I also miss that everything in town is at a walking distance. Walking is exercise. Exercise gives you endorphines. Endorphines make you happy. Happy people don't just shoot their husbands (I've seen Legally Blonde a million times, sorry).

I miss pizza in Volante where you can get a 14" with two flavors (bagal pa rin the service but what the heck, wala nyan sa Maynila), refillable brewed coffee, and pasta in pesto.

Forest House is still homey. Loakan Road still dark. :)

I can never forget how absolutely easy it is to be stylish in a cool climate. I love my jackets, scarves, mufflers, and layers and layers of clothing. It's cold here again. And ukay ukay is still the bomb in Hiltop.

The market is being renovated and I lost my way; I couldn't find the coffee grinders. :( But the stalls are still there, in make-shift spaces selling goodies, peanut britol, etc.

I love how Baguio can still make my heart beat abnormally giddy even when most of the people I've come to know and love here are in Manila already. So maybe, it's not really the people that brings me back but the love for the city. I dunno. Or memories. Probably memories.

Before I let you go I want to say... pfft, kita kits ulet next week. :)