|Although they do have these huts where you can dine while enjoying the view.|
It’s not a trip to Tagaytay without checking out the Picnic Grove, right?
|Meow meow meow meow meow meow :3|
The Filipino-Japanese Friendship Garden was tiny, but I didn’t even get to circle it once because I was drawn into a conversation with this cutie patootie little girl who wanted our picture taken:
|Um… I don’t like kids? Really?|
Then this… Tierra de Maria? I honestly don’t know what to call it. Basta, it’s a small place where devotees of Our Lady of Manaoag can go to pray to its replica.
Dinner that night was had at Java Jazz. The food was nothing memorable, really; what I liked about it was the interior, with paintings by local artists displayed everywhere.
|We sat cross-legged at the low tables.|
|OMG BOKEH #photographer|
Ugh, I’m terrible at writing travel blogs. Probably because seeing these photos make me want to leave again.
I’m thinking of going to Bulacan for the weekend, just because. WHY NOT. I want some time for myself, thanks.
Addendum: I apologize for sounding so angry here.