The humble yet distinguished servant leader from Bicol, Mr. Jessie Robredo I believe said that Naga, his hometown, is his happy place. My happy place is the Cordilleras, from Baguio City to the whole stretch of Halsema traversing Benguet and all the way up to Sagada in Mt. Province. I define happy place as the place where you feel at peace, relaxed, alive and at home. I understand why many people spend fortunes traveling abroad. I sometimes call these places I frequent as my Tibet, my Shangri La, my Swiss Alps. That is my dream too, to go see other countries.But for now, every chance I get, I do my road trips to the north. A man needs these trips, no matter how simple, to keep sane and strong I believe.
My happy place, my home is where the clouds go down and kiss the mountains. Where the mist is lazy and the breeze is cold. Where the fruits of the land are available, fresh and sweet. Where, the people, the good people, welcome you with warmth. Many people call this home, many consider this there happy place. And it is with these people, where the coffee and the bananas and the bread is always delicious.
If there is one gift I can give to my children and to my friends, it is to share the love for my so called happy place…