Baguio and its spell
It has been a childhood dream to get this far in the north. I have already been in different countries before but these countries weren’t the places that I had been seeing in my dreams as a child. I dreamt of strawberries that I wouldn’t eat, places that I would explore even with eyes closed, and the cold weather that I would let embrace my youth. I yearned to see those tall pine trees that grew from the same land I was born to. But I grew up eventually and some dreams are meant to be set aside when you surrender yourself to time and its fast-pace trend.
Last week, I got the chance to be in Baguio, the summer capital of my country. It was a six-hour long drive but I never complained. I was there because I needed to attend to a business journalism seminar that was organized by the group I belong to. Despite the short trip, my mind was still able to fly to its places and I’m happy just to set my foot in it. Dreams do come true, as they say… and I believe in it from the bottom of my heart and the core of my soul.