Bohol on my mind
This year, I will make big things happen for me.
It all started with a whim and wishful thinking. A trip to Baguio? Why not? It's been quite a while since I've been up north. There was not much rhyme and reason to it, save for the thought that James' trainer had a good nose for ukay-ukay shops (or ridiculously low-priced thrift stores), and could point us in the right direction.
That, and crisp mountain air, strawberries, and chocolate-covered cornflakes from Good Shepherd Convent. You can never go wrong with treats from Good Shepherd.
But that was on a whim, and whims born from very little time, money, and foresight make for poor thought fodder.
So, a friend of mine recommended, why not Bohol?