Images of old and stately ancestral houses, silent sentinels against the moonlit sky, were flashing through my slept-deprived mind as our van bounced through the road en route to Vigan City. Departing Manila by midnight, we expected to arrive at the only UNESCO-stamped city in the country by sun up.
Our first taste of Vigan City came in the way of breakfast. Arriving at Hotel Felicidad by sunrise, our bags were immediately hauled to our respected rooms and our group, herded through the hotel’s dining area. A buffet of Vigan longanisa, danggit, eggs and a few other assortments greeted us.
Always a sucker for longsilog, I queued up, grabbed a couple of garlic sausages and headed for their al fresco dining area. Plateful of goodies and a steaming cup of brewed coffee in hand.