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January 4, 2015
My earliest memories of Baguio consist of fairy lights on the mountainside along Marcos Hi-way, arriving at the terminal at 2 am, Tita Lis calling Tita Ebong to come pick us up, a faded number 4 on the phone's dial pad, cold, cold, strawberries and cream welcoming us at that small cozy house in Kitma Road. Looking back, I have decided that the fairy lights are torches carried by people traversing the mountainside, in my heart though I still believe they were fairies and that excellent night vision is not among their myriad supernatural abilities, so they used torches.