The homey resort, owned by Tita Maan's friends, is called Piknikan sa Lucban. We stayed at Harana, which looked like Bahay ni Kuya from Pinoy Big Brother. 
We had more space though... The grounds was incredibly huge!
TBC
This is the view from our room, which overlooks the pool...
But listening closely, this is actually the picture of what we can hear... exquisite and incredibly peaceful, my Mom said...
TBC
Ask Coach Paolo (Soler) who took the time out of his really busy schedule at his Surfing Academy to teach us, together with Studio 23's Good Times cast.
That's me, with Coach Loraine, and little Zeth, with Coach Paolo. Look at her go...
Oops, not quite it. So, Coach Paolo gives her more one-on-one tips...
I think he said, her footing was wrong. So we try again...
And again ...
Look Zeth has finally stood up...
Meanwhile, I brave the waters... literally.
And I go... but not quite either...
The celebrities from Studio 23 are just as hardworking as us (that's Mo Twister and Andi 9) ... It was very difficult in the beginning...
At one point, Coach Paolo even looked like he was about to give up... The picture sure looks like that way.
Then suddenly, behind him, an upright Zeth was approaching... hooray, hope for the first-time students yet...
So, Coach Paolo comes up to me for encouragement. By this time, I was almost too frustrated, though not giving up entirely... 
Zeth does it again...
Zeth and I were so exhausted, we decided to take a break and swim...
But of course, nothing else caps a hard days work better than ice cream... or ice drop!
ADVENTURES TO BE CONTINUED
Zeth's new uniform...
TBC
A friend from L'Oreal suggested we pass by this restaurant on our way to Baguio. She said the girls would love the place. She was right... It was like a theme park, only here, the food was priced reasonably.
I thought we would miss the place because we took the a different route, but luckily, we exited from the alternate route at the right time...
The girls would have wanted to fish, but how can you catch those beautiful golden fishies. Before we left, they have named about four of them already.
TBC
We have just come up from a hefty dinner at this ala themed-park restaurant called Isdaan in Pangasinan.
Our senses actually overloaded from the food, the big-butted two-storey high statues and the Tacsiapo section
that allowed us to throw plates, cups and even televisions (although, we didn't get to throw TVs because they cost P1,500.00) to release pent-up frustrations, but seeing the fog, having walking all over it created a heaven-like sensation.
(take a wild guess to which I was aiming at, definitely not the boss, like my Dad...
(so, who is his boss again?) hmmm
I was actually tired from the long drive, but it was worth waking up in the middle of the night. Our parents had to try very hard, they said, but thankfully, my Mom was not the kind of person who would let us miss a rare opportunity. Grudgingly, I woke up ater ten minutes and my sister,who is usually very difficult to wake up at times, did so after another ten more minutes. Although it took awhile before the fog registered into my sisters sense of sight, the moment that it did, she was genuinely excited. Our car windows were intentionally opened and the fog came in, so it really seemed like heaven. We stayed there for ten more minutes before heading out to the nearby bed and breakfast. It wasn't much, but we didn't really care. Besides my Dad was zonking out, and that was not a good thing, being near the cliffs and all.
The next day, first destination was Burnham Park!
"Yehey, 'said Zeth.
(Nothing says 'yehey' better than being carried like a baby. Enjoy this year, Zeth. Seven-year-olds are no longer babies.)
The last time I was here, I could barely hold my own baby bottle. I was a few months old back then, so this visit is officially my first, just like my sister's. My parents reminisced about their childhood experiences, biking and boating, so we definitely had to try those too. But before we did, we had lunch picnic-style, which seemed like one of the most favorite things visitors did in the park. We brought food from the mall and spread them out on the stone table. It was not as fancy as I thought it would be, but it was another first experience.
After, my sister and I each had a cup of hot milo and coffee, as expected, for our parents. We thought that would be done in a jiff, but the drinks were so hot, we had to wait like forever. It was only like fifteen minutes, but when you have been waiting to go biking and boating since lunch time yesterday, every second can feel like a day.
We went around the park, and smelled the flowers. There were nice flowers. Sadly, though extremely tempted (look at her face),
especially my little sister whose biggest enjoyment is giving flowers to our Mom, picking flowers are prohibited. Zeth has just learned to read already, but she knew what the word 'no' meant long before that. So, she contented herself with picking flowers that had fallen on the ground already.
Finally, the last sip of coffee was done and the cup was thrown into the properly segregated trash bin, and we started choosing bicycles. Who knew it required such a skill? Because apparently, the bicycles had different kinds of features. There are those with umbrellas, horns, oroccan chairs, and some looked odd.
I chose the two-wheeled balancer-free bike,
Dad--all his 180 plus pounds--on the other. The three of us, were heavier, of course.
We went to get our steaming chocolate and puto-bumbong meal at Sulibao Restaurant, an age-old landmark in Burnham Park, also where my Dad had spent many memorable Baguio visits with my grandfather when he was still alive. 
and hot chocolate, 
but where there is Zeth, there is also ice-cream) 
Lolo Judan, my Dad's dad and my grandfather, was actually with us, on my very first visit in 1996, so imagine his face while telling us his stories. Thankfully, there weren't many changes, if there were at all, so he could actually relive much of those memories, as though my Lolo was actually with us. I'm sure, in spirit, he was...
