After months of no travel and in a sudden desperate need of being somewhere but in between work and school, when my sister mentioned that she and her friends were planning to go to Tagaytay, I immediately wanted to tag along. Petty, huh? Little sister having to tag along with her elder sister. Kahiya! 🙂 However, my parents aren’t that open to my traveling yet. In fact, the first words that come out of my father’s mouth whenever I mention a place – any place is: NPA. Shhh! Our secret. I understand, I do, how worried they are especially since they’re OFWs working in a different country and they don’t get to spend a lot of time with us. So, when I told my sister I wanted to go, she told me to tell my mother. And I opted to tell my mother just before we leave (so she won’t have any choice and she won’t have any chance to say anything that may ruin the weekend for me). Bad choice. Well, then, any choice would’ve been bad except if I decided not to go, and at that moment, I really, really wanted/needed to go. So I did despite my parents already showing angry signs over text. (Tigas ulo! – I’m a hard headed person). My sister likes to plan.