The long wait is over.
This was what I told to myself - in exhilaration -as I packed my things for a dream trip. I am attending a writing workshop in Baguio City. Indeed, it is every one's dream to visit a new place, meet people, and discover anything new. Baguio is new to me and it has been my dream to set foot on this famous city.
When I was a kid, I have heard stories about Baguio, narrated by travelers who have gone there. I could still vividly remember picturesque Baguio from the pages of the books I have read. Then, I had wished I could go there someday. A simple dream of a simple kid is now becoming a reality.
As I boarded the Victory Lines bus that would bring me and 27 other co-workers to Baguio, I could hear my heart beat faster because of excitement. The bus was parked in front of the central office of the NCMB, the government office that employs me, and I was hoping it quickly left. I was in a hurry.
Inside the bus, some of my co-passengers were already loudly exchanging jokes and stories as the bus hummed to life. Me? Inside my head, questions swirled, but I had no worry. I knew these questions would be answered when we got to Baguio.
I became restless when the bus slowly rolled.Rain started to pour. Along the way, I could see people in their umbrellas and raincoats hurrying to their destinations. We passed by towns and cities not known to me. But I was not interested to know their names. I was only interested in knowing if we were already near Baguio. Sometimes, the bus would slow down because of traffic, and as it did so, my excitement grew on. I knew this because the cold already bit my skin as the bus slowly crept along the winding roads of the mountain now under the cold embrace of thick fog. This is Baguio.
When I stepped out of the bus, I realized that at that very moment, the last piece of the puzzle of my Baguio dream has fallen into place. I was in Baguio, and I was already thinking, as I savored the pine-scented Baguio air, that someday, I could proudly say to every one what others have said to me - my face red in envy- many,many times.
I have gone there!
(This was featured in the maiden issue of our official newsletter)
Lucky you! I have attempted 8 times to go to Baguio which started when I was still a student. But every time a planned to go to Baguio something happened that prevented the trip. So I just stoped planning. I don't know what is there in Baguio that prevents me from going there.
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