January is one of the coldest months of the year in our country, and for me, it’s the perfect time to go somewhere colder, Baguio City.
An overnight bus trip from Manila to the City of Pines, forms filled at the hotel and a quick breakfast at Session Road’s Chowking and we’re all set to rediscover Baguio City once again. The very first place to go to was at the heart of the city, Burnham Park.
This is where I’d like to spend my mornings in while in Baguio. I’d woke up while it’s still dark, grab a quick cup of cheap hot coffee from the vendors roaming the streets and wait for the sun peep through the park’s pine trees.
I never tire of Burnham Park.
Although I haven’t really tried to go paddling through the lagoon on the fancy mini-boats, nor pedaled through its grounds on rented bikes since my first time here as a kid, sitting alone at its many benches is enough for me.
I like watching people go by. Burnham Park is the morning capital of the city folks; they do their tai chi’s and aerobics here, they jog around the lagoon, read about today’s news on its benches, pass through its arcades on the way to school or work, have breakfasts along its eateries, and pass stories of the previous days over coffee.
But for me, this is the place where I clear the cobwebs of sleep from my head. Days in Baguio starts at Burnham Park, well at least for me.