We're back from a wonderful stay in the mountains. We were billeted at the Baguio Country Club, courtesy of our friend Emy. It was hard climbing down from the lap of luxury to face the long drive back to Manila. I remember when long drives were romantic. Now they usually mean keeping a little girl entertained and being armed with foresight and contingency measures for potential bathroom-related accidents. We did have a fabulous time and I'm happy to share some of the gazillion pictures we took:
Marguerite standing by the balcony door. I took the pic so it was on automatic, hence the lackluster colors.
We stayed in a penthouse suite with interesting nooks and crannies and hidden hallways. Here's one leading to somewhere (never opened that door).
ready to leave for a day of touring
in the club coffee shop while the rest placed orders for the bestselling raisin bread
Marguerite loved the strawberry taho (this one came with sago; we were actually looking for something that came with strawberries)
posing in Igorot regalia
waiting to be seated at the popular '50s Diner (huge portions of great food for very reasonable prices)
one of the too few pics of my husband (he's usually the one taking pics) and he had to do this. sigh, husbands...
Love Marguerite's pose here
waiting for the others to emerge with designer coffee; in the interim, pic with Tita Cha
letting Marguerite loose on the side yard of Starbucks
Marguerite finds the first of many dandelions (I've converted her into another weed nut; you should see her with shy grass); trying to tell the time via dandelion clock
posing with Tita Emy
a little family pic (little is right since Husband resized all of them before uploading them in Picasa)
posing with Ate Sam and Tita Emy
just the females of our group
Marguerite in a patch of pine wood; finding dandelions and throwing needles at Daddy
walking to the Commissary; tired from the walk