Arca’s Yard is located at Ambuklao Rd, Baguio, Benguet — a few meter’s after the Baguio/La Trinidad checkpoint. I did not realize that Baguio’s LTO’s inspection site is in La Trinidad thus, if you are renewing your car’s registration, you will be passing by the Museum/Library Cafe. They have Japanese tables, al fresco dining areas, and cozy reading spaces. That’s me all cozy in their balcony :D
The slaughterhouse is a popular buzz among the locals. Mang Ed is just one of the restaurants you will find there. The place is near the terminals, thus, it most famous to jeepney and bus passengers. And because it is located in terminal, it is not the poshest of places — the food though is worth the visit.
Located at 16 Loakan Rd. Baguio City, Benguet, FOREST HOUSE is just a little over inside Kennon Road. The bistro has this “middle in the nowhere” vibe. It is near Camp John Hay and a few hike trails. But really, it isn’t far. It is just abotut 10 minutes away from Burnham Park.
Reminiscing the island food I’ve had atGigantes island. If you’ve not been there, you better plan that trip. It’s so worth it. Just a heads up, I am not sure these days, but when we visited the island last 2013, they have no signal. I’m sure it’s gotten better now.
Currently, I cannot shower without turning the heater on. I brew and drink coffee by the minute to keep warm. I eat fresh produce, take note! fresh and not wilted-leafy-has-beens, from the market + endless supply of Good Shepherd ube jams and matcha filled marshmallows — I’m charmed.
In Mersailles right now– and yes enjoying every minute of it. I’m here for school. I am currently in an off-campus program here in Lacoste and will be in France till November. Afterwhich, I am free to backpack Europe till December 2.
Our cupcake display (and Girlieanne checking them) in Apo View Hotel for the Kadayawan Fiesta! Yey! Flavors vary from banana-walnut, pistachio and milktea, cinnamon, macademia, smores and many more. Please come and visit us, we will be there till August 19 :)
It was a gloomy day. Turbulence welcomed me while I was still in the plane. Wet pavements was the city’s red carpet and I, despite the dark and eerie weather, felt light and happy. I was wearing my new havas (thanks to Girlieanne)–white and gold, too pure to step on muddy streets. But slippers are slippers, and they are meant for the feet. And when they are for a pair owned by someone like me, the flops, cherished and loved, will be contested to endless wanderings.