See you again, Baguio!

We had our last Baguio dinner at the restaurant of The Manor at Camp John Hay. It felt kind of Old World and I loved it. I'm getting tired of sleek interiors and cold lighting, and have long dreamt of the death of too-loud, recorded music. Here, live piano music wafts in from the adjoining bar and all you can hear in the dining room are the hum of human conversation and the tinkling of dinnerware as meals are shared. How enlivening! Isn't this how it ought to be? Wasn't this the way it was when we were growing up? It's such a luxury to be able to converse with your partner without raising your voice one decibel above normal. Of course this moment of perfection lasted only through dinner. Bedtime was a different story. There was a party that night and women were screaming along with the band downstairs until midnight. Ayayay. You can't have everything. Still, I was thankful for a perfect dinner--a gentle way to end a much-needed break.