The herd (or at least some of us) trooped to the Shell station on the North Luzon Expressway at 7:00 am on a Saturday to kick off our Baguio overnight trip to attend Ton & Anthony's wedding. A Starbucks breakfast, 5 hours and 10++ CDs later, we landed in the mucho delicious Cafe by the Ruins near the Baguio City Hall to feast on White Cheese Salad, Pinikpikan, Chicken in Cream Sauce and Panna Cotta. Sadly they had run out of the special Strawberry Shake, but at least we have an excuse to go back again.
After a short nap at Marvi's family house which would serve as our homebase for the weekend, we rushed off to the church to see most of the church rites, and then drove over to the reception at the Manor Suites in Camp John Hay. It was quite a trip to see everyone so dressed up! But what really made the night beautiful wasn't all the fancy dresses, it was seeing a celebration of a strong bond between 2 people. It makes one marvel about human relationships, and how people traveling different paths can suddenly travel together along the way.
Of course we didn't just stick with sentimental moments, but got cracking on taking photos for the rest of the night. Sadly enough, we only had 1 photo with the newlyweds! The rest of the time, Marvi, Gigi and I posed with Jason, Erica, and other friends.
We spent our next "day off" visiting Burnham Park ("Ma'am, off lang po kami.."), buying strawberries at P60/kilo and lunching at Sugbaan which is a grill place inside the park. Then we hied off to the Baguio Palengke for the requisite silver and gulay shopping. I walked out with silver hoop earrings (P180), a silver thumb ring (P200) and about P300 worth of cauliflower, romaine lettuce, cabbage, and mushrooms. The adorable buhat boys helped us carry our stuff to the parking...and gamely posed for a pic.
Before finally vrooming down the mountain (poor Max was traumatized by this trip), we took photos with the fabulous Baguio view as our backdrop. Finally I handed the wheel over to our resident maniac driver Gigi so we could speed our way to dinner at Isdaan in alongside the Tarlac highway ("Halfway to the North"). The food was standard grilled fare, but the floating tables and the phallic looking statues more than made up for it with entertainment value.
Clocked in home at 1:00 am on Monday morning. What a weekend.
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