We stayed at Chato Mañeru’s Bed & Breakfast in Monterrazas Village, a few minutes drive from Baguio City. Chato is an old friend from SRO Theater days, where he played Cinderella’s stepmother at the Hotel Intercontinental ballroom in the 70’s.
It was great finally meeting his wife Marlies who was a surrogate grandma to my kids (The Tactless One and The One Who Spits) while we stayed there.
After a sumptuous lunch with the Mañerus, we went sightseeing. First on our agenda was the Good Shepherd Training Center. We can’t go to Baguio without buying Good Shepherd strawberry jam which is so hard to find in the Greater Manila Area.
Unfortunately, they had run out of my beloved strawberry jam. The next harvest would not be until end-December. Pampalubag loob, (to make up for my disappointment), I took shots of the beautiful scenery nearby. What is it about Baguio that makes even ramshackle houses so interesting?
There was a coffee shop in Good Shepherd where I had civit (musang) coffee. That was a disappointment, too, because I was expecting the chocolate aftertaste that I got when I had this coffee before. But the ensaymada and the toasted bread siomao were delicious!
We noticed signs leading to Mines View Park; Cecile and I had been there before but since we were killing time before going to the Baguio Country Club Christmas Village near Camp John Hay, we decided to give it a visit.
There is a concrete arch over the entrance of Mines View that is so tacky, I did not take a photo of it. Please don’t ask me to describe it as I’ve erased it from my memory. But the wifey, Cecile remembers that a construction worker with a jackhammer was one of the figures on the arch. Let’s leave it at that.
Lest I sound cynical, I will say that we enjoyed ourselves immensely. The weather was cool and we were together on a much awaited vacation. We just tend to disparage bad taste.
We couldn’t help but check out the wares of the stalls selling the regular tourist stuff. Cecile bought a blue bonnet for The One Who Spits and a shell necklace for the Tactless One. We admit, we did the tourist thang.
There is a rock promontory you have to bypass before getting to the main view of Mines View. The Tactless One surprised me by clambering up without a worry. I thought she was girlie-girlie, while my boy bunso was the braver one. “He’s scared of heights,” said the Tactless one, much to my chagrin.
I took the photo op gladly as I liked the way the tree was leaning behind my 9-year old. Bisecting the photo with diagonals, the photography pundits say. Cecile climbed up the rock, too while I held on to the One Who Spits before he tries to shoot some saliva down onto the mines.
To be continued with the Baguio Country Club Christmas Village in “Part II: Baguio Vacation – Dec 2015.” See how the scenery is captured like a snow globe.