Hi readers. I’m sorry if I haven’t written for a long time. Really sorry.
There are so many things that happened this summer and I’m itching to write them all. First, let’s start with the most recent place we visited, Baguio. It started when our balikbayan relatives got back from Los Angeles to the Philippines. They were Ninong Butch, Ninang Jackie, Nikki, and Joaquin.
Nikki is my favorite cousin, she’s pretty, easy to talk to, and there’s this feeling she triggers which is impossible to describe (no, not the crush thing). Joaquin has a love-hate relationship with me. He loves me a lot (he hugs me all the time and always says I smell good, even when I fart) but I just can’t tolerate his naughtiness that I keep shouting at him all the time. He also needs a haircut.
We had a pleasant time in our dad’s condo in BGC (Bonifacio Global City). We went swimming, went to Mary Grace and other restaurants to eat, and had fun. We woke up at 3:30 a.m. and left the condo to go to Baguio. We picked up Tita AG and Tito Joel somewhere along NLEX and arrived at 8:30 a.m. It was raining when we arrived. Great reminder from Mother Nature that summer season is over. It took 5 hours. Me and Nikki slept for 3 hours in the car. The rest of the time was spent talking, confused that this curvy ear-popping road was Marcos Highway, arguing with Joaquin who was in front of me and Nikki, and telling Nikki the clouds are not snow.
We first went to the BenCab Museum, a place recommended by TripAdvisor. All those stories about Baguio being cold are so true. It was as cold as an air-conditioner’s coldest temperature. We explored all the rooms, and galleries. One room was full of things handmade by the native people called Igorots. The museum is nice, but the cafe was oh so better. The food is great, and their rice is different from the usual white rice. Then, even though we were minors, we entered the Erotica gallery, which was mostly about breasts and naked women. There was even a photo showing love positions. Then, my sister went near something made of wood. She posed beside it, asking for a picture, unaware of what it is.
Me: Gabee! Di mo ba alam ano ‘yan?!? (Do you know what that is?!?)
Gabee: Ano ‘to? (What’s this?)
Me: Tuli ‘yan na pototoy! (It’s a circumcised male organ!)
Laughter erupted from the minors, especially Joaquin, and Tito Joel. You see, Joaquin’s circumcised. Nikki mistook it for a belly. When we got out, the woman at the top said “Kids! Don’t go to the Erotica Gallery!” Too late.
When we all got back to the car, we were talking about what just happened on the way to Camp John Hay The Manor. I told everyone what happened in the gallery. Mom reprimanded me for I was the eldest. I protested, “It wasn’t me! Joaquin closed my eyes and led me in, saying walk, walk.”
Everyone reprimanded Joaquin.
This post is too long, so I will cut it in two parts. The next one will be coming soon. In the meantime, I will (literally)type about other trips and things that happened in summer.