I knew there was something childish about getting excited over the sight of Mayon Volcano but I couldn’t stop myself from reveling at this towering beauty as my plane taxied over the strip at Legazpi airport. It was the stuff of childhood and I felt nostalgic even if I had never seen the real thing before. In my mind, I was back at that low bench seat I had in elementary school, taking to heart the Philippines’s national symbols. Nice to meet you, Mt. Mayon.
Posted March 22, 2010 in travelswithgusto.wordpress.com
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