Five* cities, four towns, three national highways, two regions, one day!
It’s that day when walking on hanging bridges,
doing some bucket list-worthy rappelling on that very same bridge,
or maybe, you know… just casually wading through the cave springs,
trembling twenty feet above the ground,
the sight of war torn, century-old trees,
hanging out with the national animals,
strolling through the lush, green fields,
and going beneath the fields that lead to dark, historical caves (who would have known?)…
seem to be so normal.
*Five cities, including those we passed by en route to the place. Site-seeing and people-watching are always part of the itinenary!
It’s the last field trip in this chapter of my life, and who knows when the next will be… so nope, no regrets.
San Miguel, Bulacan