Fresh milk and a kapok tree: memories of U.P. Los Baños
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It’s funny how life seems to repeat itself. When I was much younger, I went on many summer trips to Los Baños with my family, often to go swimming with the inevitable picnic basket in hand. Unlike these days when many resorts oblige guests to buy food from in-house restaurants, it was a time when families were allowed to bring their own food. We would rent a hut beside the hot spring pool, lay out our lunch of roast chicken from the old Jones Restaurant at the foot of the Jones bridge in Manila and while the day away, my brother and I shuffling between water and food.
Fresh milk and a kapok tree: memories of U.P. Los Baños
Fresh milk and a kapok tree: memories of U.P…
Fresh milk and a kapok tree: memories of U.P. Los Baños
It’s funny how life seems to repeat itself. When I was much younger, I went on many summer trips to Los Baños with my family, often to go swimming with the inevitable picnic basket in hand. Unlike these days when many resorts oblige guests to buy food from in-house restaurants, it was a time when families were allowed to bring their own food. We would rent a hut beside the hot spring pool, lay out our lunch of roast chicken from the old Jones Restaurant at the foot of the Jones bridge in Manila and while the day away, my brother and I shuffling between water and food.