Baguio was always one of those places that I’ve always taken for granted.  Not because I thought it was ugly and wasn’t worth going to, but because it was the place that me and my family has frequented ever since I could remember.  And you know how when you’re young you tend to think that what you’re going through is exactly what everybody else is experiencing?  Like when I was in grade school, my father always made it a point to play Beatles or Bee Gees music all day on Sundays and so I thought that everybody else in my class listens to that as well.  When I sang recited a few lines of Words to my classmate, I only got a blank stare in return.  It turns out that not everybody spends their Sundays like that.

Anyway, despite that tiny little lesson, because I grew up going to Baguio every year, somehow in the back of my head I assumed that everybody else takes the time to go there for mini-family vacations.  I’ve been to Baguio more times than I can count, but I’ve only ever taken the public transport twice – once when I was in college and had to go on my own while my parents went ahead of me, because my hospital duty didn’t end until past noon, and the second time was a couple of weekends ago, when a work colleague invited a whole bunch of us to attend her wedding.

It literally was a weekend trip: we went up Friday evening, the wedding was at two o’clock in the afternoon Saturday, and we took the Sunday afternoon bus trip back to Manila.

We were literally there for a total of 30 hours and guess what we spent the most time doing.

Here’re the pictures of some of the food I ate while I was there.

Total damage, sans the hotel room fees is a little bit under 2,600PHP.  Not bad.