I never got to share pictures of the weekend I spent with myself. A couple of days before the weekend, I had a conversation in YM with my cousin, Dino. I told him about my plans and he suggested that I just go to Tagaytay. I thought about it, computed the expenses and turns out, the money I will spend for a hotel in Manila is actually enough for gas and a decent place to stay in Tagaytay. So off to Tagaytay I went.
Brunch in Bag of Beans
I had cinnamon raisin bread with butter and jam, my favorite shepherd's pie and a cup of alamid coffee (aka bearcat/philippine civet poopoo). It was good and stronger than cafe barako and doesn't smell bad!
Saw these flowers hanging from a tree and I thought they were fake. But no, they were not.
I was lucky because the place was practically empty when I got there. Bliss!
After getting settled in my room, I couldn't sleep. I tried watching TV but couldn't find anything nice to watch so I ended up answering crossword puzzles. I fell asleep for like half an hour and woke up just in time to catch the sunset from my room's balcony.
My room wasn't facing Taal lake but I had a spectacular view of Mt. Makiling. Gorgeous, isn't it?
Check out the cloud shaped like a thunderbolt.
"And it was called yellow".This is my favorite picture from the trip.
I had an amazing time with myself. I had bulalo for dinner, bought some rhum and coke and drank it in my room's balcony while listening to my ipod. I also wrote a little. I was asleep by midnight. I had my breakfast brought to my room the next day and I had breakfast in the balcony. It was what I really needed-- peace and quiet. I wouldn't mind doing that again. You guys should try it. :)
Bunny @ Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for