There was a time when I’d go to Baguio to run with the wolves, also known as the artists and creatives who give so much color, spirit and authenticity to the summer capital. During my past two visits, however, I have settled to cocooning myself with food. I have lost my fangs it seems, or perhaps they’re retractable after all.
Taking it easy at BCC cottage Narra
Posing in front of a neighboring cottage on our way to breakfast
Buffet breakfast at BCC Clubhouse
Toying with the camera’s macro settings
I love bread
Mama and me buying raisin bread, banana bread and coffee roll at the BCC bakeshop
At the Baguio cathedral
Waiting for the chocolate de batirol
Finally
A small portion of our barbecue dinner
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