POSTCARD #2: Foliage, Baguio 2016


I have a rather infamous travel bummer – I don’t do well with nature. People from my side of the world love the sun, sand, and sea; I don’t. People spend weekends hiking; I’d rather stay in, thank you very much. Me and nature, and my asthma more than occasionaly, would very much like to be left apart. 

Though last year saw my endless pursuit of le concrete jungle, one trip stuck out of them all… well, at least half. 

I’ll always love Baguio. I think the city is romantic; not too nature-y, not too concrete-y (if that makes sense.) It’s the one place nearest home I actually want to go to every weekend, if my hooman energy permits. Wait til it drizzles a bit and let the atmosphere completely change and hold you in love with the city by the mountains some more. 

Among my favorite spots is the Ben Cab museum – with human art in the front, and nature’s art in the back; with the comfort food of Cafe Isabel in between. This foliage is from Ben’s personal garden, I believe – which is a side of a mountain let me tell you. Plus points, when the fog covers the entire property – absolutely stunning to see. 

There’s less than two weeks before summer finally concludes its hellish heat. Maybe I should head back to Baguio, even for a weekend. 

POSTCARD #1: Fortune Cookie, NYC 2016

I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog. The last time I posted here, I was training in Singapore and that opportunity kicked off a lot of other opportunities for me. I also said, I was busy participating – which for the most part, is true. Lately, I’m just tired and too busy looking for Netflix shows to binge. I’m also too busy looking at my photos while traveling. It reminds me of my favorite times. So here’s my first postcard to you. 

Back in NYC last Christmas season, I found myself in a Chinese joint around Kips Bay. The weather too cold, my four layers not providing enough heat, and myself direly in need of a comforting meal after a humpy bus ride upstate. They were about to close in half an hour, but they took me in. I bet the Chinese momma manning the store took a pity at this scrawny obvious first-timer to the New York cold and told herself – jeez he needs soup. I happily finished my bowl of comfort. Chinese food really never fails you wherever you go. When I took my check, like clockwork, she handed me a fortune cookie. It said the one thing I’ve been thinking when I landed to New York for the holidays. 

Live for the moment, because there is only one result in life. 

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