The retreat to the highlands started with a hilarious idea. Until, boom! It just needed a little conflict of ideas– brainstorming– thanks to the authors! A bus to rent. People to consider. Luggage to pack. And, most importantly, MONEY to spend!
But, it was not costly at all. Partly, because the trip was really cheap. Matter-of-factly, because of the memoirs. Golden. Fleeting.
We left Balanga minutes after midnight. The air made everybody’s chest and palm clammy. The sitting arrangement was not cozy. And the people I was with? Good enough. (hehe)
The bus made memories out of its wheels and chairs and windows. It drove us crazy.
At dawn we came in Baguio. A shot at Jollibee made our morn.
But, there was something even more outrageous than that. A Mass that refreshed the lyrics of an immaculate song way back in high school: Ave Maria!
The stairs to Lourdes Grotto were worth the climb. It energized our calves.
And what about this? Jump for joy with your hands fixed liked praying!
The day also ended with the Holy Eucharist where I chanced upon being an altar boy for the first time.
Below are poses reminiscing Giovanni from Rappacini’s Daughter at the Botanical Garden.
We roamed around stalls looking for fridge magnets and the “eternal” key chains!
A jump was also a must in front of The Mansion!
Wait there’s more! Watch out!