The start of non-stop weekend getaways.
And may I reiterate, this post is loooong overdue.
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It started in April. With no plans for the then upcoming Holy Week (except for this option: go to the airport and get a round-trip ticket to first out of country flight and explore), I was nudging bugging, Chabs to say yes to a trip to Sagada where she was invited. Of course, I will be tagging along, since weekends bore me. Especially after having classes on Saturdays for a whole year. That summer, I was bummed out. And I needed the getaway.
So, then, after much prodding, Chabs conceded, albeit reluctantly.