On the first of December, my boyfriend and I went on a spontaneous road trip to Tagaytay to celebrate our week-apart birthdays. We ended up at Sonya’s Garden, which is this very quiet escape in the middle of nowhere. It seems like such a fairytale there, with all colorful flowers and tall trees, and not to mention the never-ending supply of food that makes an afternoon siesta so inviting. Recently I’ve been telling myself that I want to be in this sort of environment more than the bustling city I grew up in since I was little. Then I realized that I sounded so much like a grandmother and that I probably couldn’t survive too long with no wifi.