Teachers’ Day, Baguio and Two Strawberry Ice Creams
I took my Creative Writing class to Baguio as I had always done every year for more or less eleven years. This year, it really was more important to return, to find my… Continue reading
I took my Creative Writing class to Baguio as I had always done every year for more or less eleven years. This year, it really was more important to return, to find my… Continue reading
Flowers in the Sagada cold are stronger. They push out their lips and are totally petulant. Take this lush Bougainvillea. In Manila, it would not be this passionately alive. Cold, tangy, perfect.… Continue reading
This ice cream tastes like a scene through a wooden capiz window and feels like waiting. Dark tablea in all its smooth and grainy moods is spiked with shards of amber honeycomb. This… Continue reading