If you happen to read who I travel with or follow this blog's Instagram account , you would know that I reserve a space for my light green finger puppet, Froggie, in my bag every time we go on a trip. Dan, however, would always tell me Froggie must have felt neglected many times because I often misplaced the poor toy. There were a number of instances when I thought I lost him, but Froggie would still reappear from nowhere. Until we visited Baluarte in Vigan last month. Froggie's last photo at Baluarte I tried rationalizing that my dearest companion decided to let us go to spend more time with the animals in the mini-zoo. But no matter how much I convince myself to believe it, I always end up blaming his mindless and careless custodian. I admit Froggie's absence during the second half of our one-month Ilocos trip can all be blamed to me. He could have enjoyed the rock formations, falls and beaches up north if only... I will cut that paragraph short to save my sa
Getting lost and finding simple joys in life